Old Hollywood

In old Hollywood, proud and gray

All of the ghosts gathered 'round the TV

We can argue all that you like

We can argue until we fight

But the loser may have been right

Glamorous, black and white

Zoning out, most the night

Why do we end up imitating

All the ones that we once were hating?

Men are clumsy, violent fools

Women are a delicate pool of flowers and cobras

Short story long

I put it in a song

As the TV was shouting on

Because being quiet can sometimes

Be more powerful than being right

You could try it

We can argue all that you like

We can argue until we fight

But the loser may have been right