She has gold
And she has arms
She has factories and farms
She underground alarms
Down by the river
And she has planes
And she has ships
She has ministers with whips
And she has hands
She has lips
So what can i give her?
Will she be seeking her arrival
As she plans her next revival?
Oh hey hey hey
And she has wealth
And she has fame
And it's always been the same
At the mention of her name
She gets action
And she has curls
She has waves
She hangers on and slaves
And they're written on her grave
Star atraction!
It's a case of sole survival
'til she finds her next revival
Oh hey hey hey
We have hopes
We have dreams
We have places in between
Where we wonder if we've seen
True salvation
And we have doubts
We have fears
We cry wolf
And we cry tears
We have space between our ears
For occupation
May it bring your strength arrival
You may be the next revival
Oh hey hey hey...
