Hollywood Bread

In a building called Hollywood Bread, now more than two decades ago
The stuff that went on in that structure, I wonder who cares and who knows
For years I said nothing about it, on the road in an RV
I figured if they were trying to track me down, I didn’t want to make it too easy
In a building called Hollywood Bread I had an office on the ninth floor
And along with mine there were several more
One with so many computers that I wondered just how much IT
Does it take to run a little fleet of trucks for a trucking company

In a building called Hollywood Bread, I didn’t wonder too much back then
But in retrospect the moving company staffed only by Israeli men
Was a strange operation, particularly because
Some of the guys when I asked them didn’t know who their boss was
In a building called Hollywood Bread, which was ten stories high
A guy I knew went to the tenth floor and summarily died
Men in black with earpieces showed up, they said he got drunk, hit his head
Well I knew the dude didn’t drink, but he had the keys to Hollywood Bread

In a building called Hollywood Bread the smokers all went out to toke
That’s where you might meet your neighbors, outside having a smoke
That’s how we all knew Mohamed Atta, the Israeli movers as well
The truckers with all of their IT equipment, and the tale gets stranger, I’ll tell
In a building called Hollywood Bread that was the scene up until
September 11th, 2001, when thousands of people were killed
Suddenly all of my neighbors there on the ninth floor were gone without a trace
All of their IT equipment, as if it had just been erased

From a building called Hollywood Bread I called the FBI
I thought they might want to talk to people who knew the guy
They never called me back, and I still don’t know what to do
But I thought I’d let you know that all my words are true
In a building called Hollywood Bread, now more than two decades ago
The stuff that went on in that structure, I wonder who cares and who knows