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 gift 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 well be through
The gates of that mansion

I never bought a lotto ticket
I never parked in anyones space
The banks feel 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 youre damned 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 Im that strong
Dont know if I can wait that long
til 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
And though I cant say why
I know Ive got to believe

Well go driving in that pool
Its who you know that gets you through
The gates of the playboy mansion
But they dont mention...the pain

Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame
Then will there be no time for sorrow
Then will there be no time for shame