From Madam Wong's to Starwood

To the Whiskey on the strip

You can hear the crashing, blasting strum

Of bands that come to be real hip

And get a record contract

From a talent scout someday

They'll sell their ass, their cocks and balls

They'll take the check 'n' walk away

If they're lucky they'll get famous

For a week or two perhaps

They'll buy some ugly clothes to wear

And hope the business don't collapse

Before some stupid magazine

Decides they're really good

They're a Tinsel Town Rebellion Band

From downtown Hollywood

Tinsel Town Rebellion,

Tinsel Town Rebellion Band

It's a little bitty Tinsel Town Rebellion

A Tinsel Town Rebellion Band

They used to play all kinds of stuff

And some of it was nice

Some of it was musical

But then they took some guy's advice

To get a record deal, he said

They would have to be more punk

Forget their chops and play real dumb

Or else they would be sunk

So off they go to S.I.R. to learn some stupid riffs

And practice all their poses

In between their powder sniffs

Chop up a line now, snort it up now

And when they think they've got it

They launch a new career

Who gives a fuck if what they play

Is somewhat insincere

Tinsel Town Rebellion,

Tinsel Town Rebellion Band

A Tinsel Town Rebellion

A Tinsel Town Rebellion Band

Did you know that in Tinsel Town the people there

Think substance is a bore

And if your New Wave group looks good

They'll hurry on back for more

Of leather groups and plastic groups

And groups that look real queer

The Tinsel Town aficionados

Come to see and not to hear

But then again this system works

As perfect as a dream

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