Hollywood Hills - Live

The ghosts from these western lands
 Are gonna rise up against
 These English sands
 Like a tumbleweed
 On a reckless course
 These barb wire fences
 Can't keep us apart
 Where are the heroes
 That sang them old songs
 You recognize a hero
 'Cause he don't belong
 We gave up our youth
 And model railroad trains
 Picked up guitars and
 We changed our names
 With experience of a tortured youth
 You turn up the music and
 Go in search of the truth
 Times are gettin' tougher and there's no turnin' back
 Times are gettin' tougher and those are the facts
 They come by the thousands each and every day
 They had no one to turn to so we turned them away
 Put their brightest remarks on these dressing room walls
 Now they waste away in nightclubs and dusty pool halls
 Prospects were high till provisions ran low
 Now they sleep beneath the moonlight under blankets of snow
 A life is a high price to pay for these kicks
 Stay outta the desert and keep off Route 46
 It takes a young man's life and it probably will
 Minin' for gold in those Hollywood Hills
 Hear the screams of the souls through the hills of Palisades
 Down in Rock Canyon they're diggin' up the graves
 The old church is gone some fool set a blaze
 Climb the top of Chautauqua check the lights of LA
 All things are different though nothin' has changed
 You can still find old empty beer bottles
 In the brush that burned away
 It takes a young man's life and it probably will
 Minin' for gold in those Hollywood Hills
 It takes a young man's life and it probably will
 Minin' for gold in those Hollywood Hills