Andy Warhol (Demo 1976)

This time you know that it's for real

So come on, Andy Warhol

Why don't you tell me how you really feel?

Andy Warhol, what you doing uptown?

And where's that band, the Famous Dolby Underground?

With your pimps and your fags and your painted queens

Your canvas images and those celluloid has-beens

This time you know that it's for real

So come on, Andy Warhol

Why don't you tell me how you really feel?

Come on now, honey

This time you're looking pretty ill

So come on, Andy Warhol

Why don't you tell me how you really feel?

Wrapped in silver, the factory lies waiting

Psychotic dent child, his brain is burned away with painting

For all of those whose games you are not playing

Through the flesh of the film, to you they are praying

This time you're looking pretty ill

So come on, Andy Warhol

Why don't you tell me how you really feel?

Come on now

This time you're looking pretty ill

Two shots in the stomach

Won't you tell me how you really feel?