Church of Warhol

Rhythm of the seasons
Spirits in the sea
Magic over reason
It's a mystery to me

I know the city
I know it's lover plastic
And I shop in increments
Of thirty second flashes

We all belong to the church of Warhol
We all worship the clock
We like to think we can leave when we want to
And we are all still in shock
From blowin', fifty million years of evolution
To wander, through this techno revolution
And I wonder, did we have a choice?
Maybe we had no choice
Did we have a choice
I don't think so

Many thousand suns
Is all I see
No heroic constellations
No magic left for me

I give another church
An hour a week
I'm looking at my watch
While they pray for peace

We all belong to the church of Warhol
We all worship the clock
We like to think we can leave when we want to
And we are all still in shock
From blowin', fifty million years of evolution
To wander, through this techno revolution
And I wonder, did we have a choice?
Maybe we had no choice
Did we have a choice
I don't think so

I don't think so
I don't think so



Credits
Writer(s): David Christensen
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