U2 - The Playboy Mansion Lyrics

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
And perfume is an obsession and talk shows, confession
What have we got to lose? Another push and we'll be through
The gates of that mansion?

I never bought a Lotto ticket, I never parked in anyone's space
The banks feel 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, I never did read that book
But love, come on down
And 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
'Til the colors 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 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
But they don't mention, the pain to reach

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