want the mountains to arise

and the men that always listen

have to open up their eyes



and your cuban love has gone

and she filled you up inside

you're punching through the dark

with your eyes still open wide

and you're finding out some things

that she hasn't said before

but she's living out the moment with you



ooh, hollywood

ooh, hollywood



i'm the carpenter of worry

and the butcher of good cause

the streets are lined with empties

and i'm checking out the whores



and my cuban love has gone

and she filled me up inside

and i'm punching through the dark

with my eyes still open wide

and i'm seeing through the window

what i haven't seen before

but she's living out the moment with you



ooh, hollywood

ooh, hollywood