The Playboy Mansion
De    :  U2
Letras:  Bono e the Edge

   E
If Coke is a mystery, Michael Jackson...history
   A                   
If beauty is truth
    E
And surgery...the fountain of youth

C#m          F#m
What am I to do?  
               C#m             A
Have I got the gifts to get me through
                  E
The gates of that mansion

E
If OJ is more than a drink
And a Big Mac bigger than you think
   A
If perfume is an obsession
    E
And talk shows...confession

C#m                 F#m
What have we got to lose?
C#m                             A
Another push and maybe we'll be through

                  E
The gates of that mansion
I never bought a lotto ticket, I never parked in anyone's space
The banks they're like cathedrals, I guess casinos took their place

     A                                        E
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, never did read that book

     A                                 E
Love come on down, let my numbers come around
C#m                 F#m
Don't know if I can hold on
C#m               A
Don't know if I'm that strong
C#m                 F#m
Don't know if I can wait that long
C#m                                    A
Till the colours come flashing and the lights go on
                E
Then will there be no time for sorrow?
Then will there be no time for shame?
         A                          E
Though I can't say why, I know I've got to believe
         C#m             F#m
We'll go driving in that pool
             C#m                A
It's who you know that gets you through
                 E
The gates of the playboy mansion
Then will there be no time of sorrow ?
Then will there be no time for pain ?
Then will there be no tome of sorrow ?
Then will there be no time for shame ?