U2 - The Playboy Mansion

The Playboy Mansion

If coke is a mystery
Michael Jackson, history
If beauty is truth
And surgery the fountain of youth...
WhatmI to do?
Have I got the gifts to get me through
The gates of that mansion?
If O.J. is more than a drink
And a Big Mac bigger than you think
And perfume is an obsession
And talk shows… confession
What have we got to lose?
Another push and well be through
The gates of that mansion.
I never bought a lotto ticket
I never parked in anyones space.
The banks theyre like cathedrals
I guess casinos took their place.
Love, come on down
Dont wake her shell come around.
Chance is a kind of religion
Where you are dam ned for plain hard luck.
I never did see that movie
I never did read that book.
Love, come on down
Let my numbers come around.
Dont know if I can hold on
Dont know if Imthat strong.
Dont know if I can wait that long
Ti will the colours come flashing
And the lights go on.
Then wi will there be no time for sorrow
Then wi will there be no time for sham e
Though I can not say why
I know I have got to believe.
Well go driving in that pool
Its who you know that gets you through
The gates of the playboy mansion.
Then wi will there be no time for sorrow
Then wi will there be no time for sham e
Then wi will there be now time for sham e
Then wi will there be now time for pain