Tonight Tomato's registering voters
Tomorrow he'll be putting on a sidewalk show
And someone somewhere's always gonna let him down
And he'll scream it to the world until they know
The men that say I'm beautiful are higher than high
They hiss their invitations from the gloom
I smile politely but I don't reply
And they go back to cooking in the ladies' room
The sign up on the hill watches knowingly
And every day somebody takes a shot
But we all know you can't get there from here
Wanting doesn't make you what you're not
This street has everything that I don't really need
Think I've been too long in Hollyweed
I caught the porn burglar but he got away
I hear he hangs out at the Coffee Bean
The mohawked murder victim said hello that day
Sucking his last living puff of nicotine
There goes Tomato with his old guitar
His pirate-wear worn un-ironically
Off to find somebody he can make a star
Goodnight sweetie's all he ever says to me
The sign up on the hill watches knowingly
And every day somebody takes a shot
But we all know you can't get there from here
Wanting doesn't make you what you're not
This street is rotting with potential gone to seed
So I'm heading out
I'm heading out of Hollyweed
Out of Hollyweed
Out of Hollyweed
Out of Hollyweed
I'm heading out of Hollyweed