Text: The Explosion. Hollywood Sign.

Sell the Hollywood sign
All the things that we'll get
We'll still sing our favorite songs
Sink right into the cement

Sell the Hollywood sign
Fifty feet from the ground
We'll still steal the souvenirs
Throw away, get bored of them

What are we getting out of this?

Watch yourself die on film
Couldn't come up with an end
The actor's head is in his hands
The one that couldn't get a grasp

Sell the Hollywood sign
Sell the whole fucking world
We won't forget what it's worth
Stare out on an empty hill

What are we getting out of this?

And I'm sorry to say
That the things we have
Find their way away from us
From the sea into the sand

What are we getting out of this?