One Flower Under A L.A. Freeway

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Hollywood For Real

The smell of it
The sleaze of it
Attempted suicides
Hollywood

The stained empty bus stops
The boarded up hotels and liquor stores
Hollywood

You can walk down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Look down into the cracks of the sidewalks for something, anything

The incoming of it
The outgoing of it
Hollywood

One big re-occuring nightmare they can't clean up.