Chris Holland - House of Terror

Talent isn't needed if you wanna get somewhere
It's all about who you know and the marketability of your hair
You can have your name up in lights be the hottest thing around
If you're willing to sell your soul to the upper-class business men who run the town
The pragmatic road to fame is selling out
Caring about artistry will leave you stuck on the checkouts

The villainous scum bag kids
Will all end up with the highest bids
But the artists see none of it
Cause there's no room in the market

Why can't there be a world
Where creativity lives on forever
And all the boys and girls
Won't grow up inside a house of terror

If you want that figure you cannot eat
Or you won't be on the magazines read on every street
Good luck if you have no sex appeal
You're gonna be on benefits to get another meal

Why can't there be a world
Where creativity lives on forever
And all the boys and girls
Won't grow up inside a house of terror

Why can't there be a world
Where creativity lives on forever
And all the boys and girls
Won't grow up inside a house of terror

Written by:
Christopher Holland

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