THE PLAYBOY MANSION

U2

If Coke is a mystery, Michael Jackson...history

If beauty is truth

And surgery...the fountain of youth

What am I to do? 

Have I got the gifts to get me through

The gates of that mansion

If OJ is more than a drink

And a Big Mac bigger than you think

If perfume is an obsession

And talk shows...confession

What have we got to lose?

Another push and maybe we'll be through

The gates of that mansion

I never bought a lotto ticket, I never parked in anyone's space

The banks they're like cathedrals, I guess casinos took their place

Love come on down, don't wake her she'll come around

Chance is a kind of religion

Where you're damned for plain hard luck

I never did see that movie, never did read that book

Love come on down, let my numbers come around

Don't know if I can hold on

Don't know if I'm that strong

Don't know if I can wait that long

Till the colours come flashing and the lights go on

Then will there be no time for sorrow?

Then will there be no time for shame?

Though I can't say why, I know I've got to believe

We'll go driving in that pool

It's who you know that gets you through

The gates of the playboy mansion

Then will there be no time of sorrow?

Then will there be no time for pain?

Then will there be no tome of sorrow?

Then will there be no time for shame?

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