Hollywood Moon - P.F. Sloan

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