Tekster: Cranberries. To The Faithful Departed. Not Hollywood.

I've got a picture in my head, in my head.
It's me and you, we are in bed, we are in bed.
You've always been there when I call, when I call.
You've always been there most of all, all, all, all.

This is not Hollywood, like I understood.
Is not Hollywood, like, like, like.
X2

Run away, run away, is there anybody there? X2
Get away, get away, get awa-a-a-a-a-a-ay. X2

Oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh...

I've got a picture in my room, in my room.
I will return there I presume, it should be soon.
The greatest irony of all, shoot the wall.

It's not so glamorous at all, all, all, all...

This is not Hollywood, like I understood.
Is not Hollywood, like, like, like.
X2

Run away, run away, is there anybody there? X2
Get away, get away, get awa-a-a-a-a-a-ay. X2

Oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh...

This is not Hollywood, runaway,
This is not Hollywood