More songs by Iggy Pop
Description
Engineer: Paul LaMalfa
Engineer: Marco Sonzini
Additional Engineer: Jimmy Douglas
Engineer: Devon Corey
Assistant Mixer: Tom Herbers
Assistant Mixer: Finn Howells
Art Director: Andrew Watt
Art Director: David Harrigan
Art Director: Raymond Pettibon
Mixing Engineer: Alan Moulder
Guitar, Keyboards, Piano: Andrew Watt
Producer: Andrew Watt
Executive Producer: Andrew Watt
Background Vocals: Andrew Watt
A And R Administrator: Aryanna Platt
Manager: Chelsea Fodero
Bass: Eric Avery
A& R Direction: Ian Cripps
Vocals: Iggy Pop
Legal Representative: Jeremy Kaplan
Guitar, Synthesizer: Josh Klinghoffer
Masterer: Matt Colton
Drums, Percussion, Piano: Taylor Hawkins
Writer: Iggy Pop
Writer: Andrew Watt
Writer: Eric Avery
Writer: Taylor Hawkins
Lyrics and translation
Original
Hold my hand and we can take a leap
Earth is dirty, space is full of creeps
Sell you stock in Zuckerberg and run
Buy your passport to the end of fun
Sell your face to Hollywood
They're paying good, paying good
Sold my face to Hollywood
I'm feeling good, looking good
Sell your face to Hollywood
It'll do ya good, do ya good
Sold my face to Hollywood
I'm feeling good
Looking at those comments all night
Wonder if the comments are right
Wonder why I feel so cold
I'll never make a comment
Every loser needs a bit of joy
Winners know it's fact
You can't look back, gotta move on
Sell your face to Hollywood
They're paying good, paying good
Sold my face to Hollywood
I'm feeling good, looking good
Sell your face to Hollywood
They're paying good, paying good
Sold my face to Hollywood
I'm feeling good
Take off your dress, baby
Breathe in my mouth, baby
The problem with life is that it stops
Hey, you kids
Sell your face to Hollywood
They're paying good, paying good
Sold my face to Hollywood
I'm feeling good, looking good
Sell your face to Hollywood
It'll do ya good, do ya good
I sold my face to Hollywood
I feel good
Yeah, I'm looking for a soulmate in those comments
English translation
Hold my hand and we can take a leap
Earth is dirty, space is full of creeps
Sell you stock in Zuckerberg and run
Buy your passport to the end of fun
Sell your face to Hollywood
They're paying good, paying good
Sold my face to Hollywood
I'm feeling good, looking good
Sell your face to Hollywood
It'll do ya good, do ya good
Sold my face to Hollywood
I'm feeling good
Looking at those comments all night
Wonder if the comments are right
Wonder why I feel so cold
I'll never make a comment
Every loser needs a bit of joy
Winners know it's fact
You can't look back, gotta move on
Sell your face to Hollywood
They're paying good, paying good
Sold my face to Hollywood
I'm feeling good, looking good
Sell your face to Hollywood
They're paying good, paying good
Sold my face to Hollywood
I'm feeling good
Take off your dress, baby
Breathe in my mouth, baby
The problem with life is that it stops
Hey, you kids
Sell your face to Hollywood
They're paying good, paying good
Sold my face to Hollywood
I'm feeling good, looking good
Sell your face to Hollywood
It'll do ya good, do ya good
I sold my face to Hollywood
I feel good
Yeah, I'm looking for a soulmate in those comments