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 CHORUS: 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... CHORUS