Verse 1:
Somebody told me Hollywood was slowly burning,
So I went with my own eyes to see.
And I landed in places where the make-up on the faces
Telling stories on color TV.
But it's hard to believe you can find, what you're looking for,
Anymore.
Verse 2:
Somebody told me not to spend it all on Sundays,
So I went with my own eyes to see,
That the doors'll stay open for praying and hopin',
Come and get your share,
If you have a care, oh no.
But it's hard to believe that you can find what you're looking for, anymore.
Chorus:
And the way that I make is my own,
But I know what I'm in for.
And it's hard to know how to get home,
But I know, what I'm in for.
Solo: Use verse chords
Verse 3:
I heard a lot of talk about a revolution,
So I went with my own eyes to see,
That I'm confused by the colors of such expensive clothes,
Pays for so many problems I see,
But it's hard to believe that you can find,
What you're looking for, oh no.
Repeat chorus