Tonight imaginations are thrilling like the fourth of july   we're blowing up from quitters and lies   so much for studio fire   now it's growing like explosions that are filling the sky   blowing up this city tonight   dancing with those devil eyes   your eyes are like the sunset telling lies on santa monica's sight   hoping for that dream, that life   working weekends and this stereo is trying to make a miracle   singing out loud   but it's only temporary      god i'm gonna eat you up   and i'm gonna do your drugs   all because i knew i could   i'm coming young hollywood      323 what's more?   we're counting the hours, minutes, seconds    and loving what we're doing here   101's pretty shore   we're basking in coastlines until i watch sunsets off of it's boulevard.   but it's only temporary      Thousands of stars aligning the side   you walked into these eyes