I like the contrast in this song between the delicacy of the key lyric—"it takes a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun / To put those scarlet ribbons in your hair"—and the savage reality of the act it describes. That contrast strikes me a metaphor for Hollywood itself. It's an industry that sells glamor and beauty. But scratch that thin, glitzy veneer and you'll find the grime: the sweet, pretty little girl who buys into a bankrupt dream of stardom, runs away from home, and burns her bridges, only to end up used, cast aside, and driven to the end of her rope in some roach-infested flophouse.
I like the contrast in this song between the delicacy of the key lyric—"it takes a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun / To put those scarlet ribbons in your hair"—and the savage reality of the act it describes. That contrast strikes me a metaphor for Hollywood itself. It's an industry that sells glamor and beauty. But scratch that thin, glitzy veneer and you'll find the grime: the sweet, pretty little girl who buys into a bankrupt dream of stardom, runs away from home, and burns her bridges, only to end up used, cast aside, and driven to the end of her rope in some roach-infested flophouse.