Andy Warhol's modern man builds a castle in the air

The deck is stacked but his house of cards

Grows as high as the market will bear

It won't take much to make his ship of dreams

Come crashing to the ground

You just wait for the wheel of fate to turn

And the wind of the wolf is gonna blow it all down



Shallow rivers of fashion run on courses tried and true

The masses dive in and it washes them down

Makes 'em feel like they're all brand new

Blinding hatred caused by fear is

Showing in their eyes

They want their truth all black and white

But a rainbow never tells no lies to a



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Stranger in a Strange Land

What's a man supposed to do?

Just a Stranger in a Strange Land...

(waiting and watching and wondering)

When will the light come shining through...



To feed the heart's addiction, in answer to my soul

It may not be the best of worlds, but it's the only one I know

In the shadow of Damocles' atomic sword

We learn to live with fear

Stringing out lives of quiet desperation

We're all just strangers here...

Riding along on the razor edge

Burned in the acid rain

Groped in the darkness, searching for a way

To fill the empty space inside

And between us all...



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