The sandy haired son of hollywood

Lost his faith in all that's good

Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock

Hung his clothes on the shower rod

But he never got undressed

And no, he never made a mess



It's funny how life turns out

The odds of faith in the face of doubt

Camera one closes in

The soundtrack starts

The scene begins



You're playing you now

You're playing you now

You're playing you now

You're playing you now

You're playing you now

Take a bow

Take a bow



The trophy wife from palisades

Whose yearbook beauty never fades

Sits and watches the sea fold in

And wonders what might have been

If she could ever have the chance

Would she do it all again?



It's funny how life turns out

The odds of faith in the face of doubt

Camera one closes in

The soundtrack starts

The scene begins



You're playing you now

You're playing you now

You're playing you now

You're playing you now

You're playing you now

Take a bow

Take a bow



On the corner

By his streets

He sits in his lawnchair

In the heat

Sightseers see

What they want

He's selling star-maps

To the sun



The sunny-haired son of hollywood

Lost his faith in all that's good

Closed the curtain, unplugged the clock

Hung his clothes on the shower rod

But he didn't get undressed

And no, he didn't seem depressed



It's funny how life turns out

The odds of faith in the face of doubt

Camera one closes in

The soundtrack starts

The scene begins



You're playing you now

You're playing you now

You're playing you now

You're playing you now

You're playing you now

You're playing you now

You're playing you now

Take a bow

Take a bow

Take a bow

Take a bow






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