the people of the foothills
want the mountains to arise
and the men that always listen
have to open up their eyes

and your cuban love has gone
and she filled you up inside
you're punching through the dark
with your eyes still open wide
and you're finding out some things
that she hasn't said before
but she's living out the moment with you

ooh, hollywood
ooh, hollywood

i'm the carpenter of worry
and the butcher of good cause
the streets are lined with empties
and i'm checking out the whores

and my cuban love has gone
and she filled me up inside
and i'm punching through the dark
with my eyes still open wide
and i'm seeing through the window
what i haven't seen before
but she's living out the moment with you

ooh, hollywood
ooh, hollywood