The people of the foothills Want the mountains to arise And the men that always listen Have to open up their eyes And your cuban love has gone And she filled you up inside You're punching through the dark With your eyes still open wide And you're finding out some things That she hasn't said before But she's living out the moment with you Ooh, hollywood Ooh, hollywood I'm the carpenter of worry And the butcher of good cause The streets are lined with empties And i'm checking out the whores And my cuban love has gone And she filled me up inside And i'm punching through the dark With my eyes still open wide And i'm seeing through the window What i haven't seen before But she's living out the moment with you Ooh, hollywood Ooh, hollywood