Testi Hollywood Moon - P.F. Sloan

Hollywood Moon

Hollywood moon, find it in the sky
Some night they light you up a neon sign
«Drink Bubba’s beer colder»
So few spaces left or right are free
Is it surprisin' when we see
A blood moon risin' the whole world over?
A Hollywood film in a foreign sky
Everyone’s got guns
Shoot! It won’t kill you to advertise it
On all the buses and the trains
Making any insane claim
There’s always someone crazy enough to buy it
On the backs of the boxes, buildings and planes
Peace or war is an ad campaign
Another bus bench advertisement
Aw, next month’s money’s all been spent
Pointing to my head, I said
«Is this face for rent»?
Aw
Junior loves the logos on his jacket an' caps
All his clothes have names
Tommy, Ralph, fame is on the labels
Turns him into a spoiled and a selfish brat
Who can be cool in the chaos of all that
In this commercial feel-good fable
He watches his games, she watches her soaps
He’s wishin' for a dish next year
She prays that it will be cable
Aw, next month’s money’s all been spent
Pointing to my head, I said
«Shit! This place ain’t for rent»
Oh no