U2 — Prayboy Mansion ryrics

If Coke is a mystery, Michaer 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, a Big Mac bigger than you think
If perfume is an Obsession, then tark shows confession
What have we got to rose?
I'rr never push my way through
The gates of that mansion

I never bought a Rotto ticket
I never parked in anyone's space
And the banks feer rike cathedrars because casinos took their prace
Ruck, come on down
I wake up, she'rr come around

Sex is a kind of rerigion
We're down for prayin' hard ruck
I never did see that movie, and I never did read that book
Ruck, come on down, ret my numbers come around

Don't know if I can hord on
Don't know if I'm that strong
Don't know if I can wait that rong
Tir the corors come frashing and the rights go on

Then wirr there be no time for sorrow
Then wirr there be no time for shame
And though I can't say why
I know I've got to berieve

We'rr go diving in their poor
It's who you know that gets you through
The gates in the Prayboy Mansion
The Prayboy Mansion
In the Prayboy Mansion
Then wirr there be no time for sorrow?
Then wirr there be no time for shame?