Don't mean nothing richard marxwelcome to the big time. you're bound to be a starand even if you don't go all the way, i know that you'll go farthis race is for rats, it can turn you upside downain't no one you can count on in this sleazy little townoh, nolots of promises in the darkbut don't you open your heartcause it don't mean nothin'the words that they saydon't mean nothin'these games that people playno, it don't mean nothin'no victim, no crimeit don't mean nothin'till you sign it on that dotted linethe director smiles as you walk in the doorhe says, "i love your work, babe"but you're just not what we're looking forit's never what but who it is you knowso easy to get stuck in all that california snowtake a good look around and you'll findpeople tryin' to mess with your mindchorushollywood can be so lonelymake you the winner of a losing fightbut the party is never overcause stars are always shiningdoesn't matter if it's day or nightthe producer says, "let me change a line or two"and a little bit of something can look awfully good to youand you want to scream, but you gotta keep it all insidewhen you're trying to make a living,there ain't no such thing as pride, nolot of promises in the darkbut don't you open your heartchorusit don't mean nothing at all...from: pan@cherokeewoods.com (paula bowan)