Fallen angels like me find it hard to sing
With a mouth full of dirt and broken wings
But I'll do my best to tell you this sad tale
Of a maiden fair lost in Hollywood hell
A conventional girl, typically mesmerized
When the lights of the palaces twinkled her eyes
Tinseltown whispered its glittering lies
And the lights of the palaces twinkled her eyes
She was a true Murkin grrrl with her head in the clouds
Dizzied by smoke rings and muzak so loud
Dazzled by the sound of her own brand new name
To the city of angels she flew to seek fame
Anticipating being wined, dined and signed
She never noticed that Oscar is blind
Could've seen all the heartbreak and pain in that prize
‘Cept the lights of the palaces twinkled her eyes
Her dear mama had warned her to beware the wolves
And the pigs were the good guys in her childhood books
But the butcher, the baker, the porno flick maker
All wag curly pink tails as they take her
And when they've emptied her flesh, blood and soul
Then the rags that remain are thrown to the wolves
Down into the darkness this sad story steals
She didn't eat well but she made a great meal
For the girls and boys with the needles and pins
A forgotten name where failure is the only sin
I can't pray but I'm hopin' real hard
There's room for her soul in the good lord's junkyard
Out behind the dumpster she realized as she died
The cold lights of the palaces didn't twinkle her eyes
The palaces twinkled cuz of tears that she cried
It weren't lights of the palaces twinkling her eyes