Andy Warhol

This time we know that it's for real
So come on, Andy Warhol
Won't you tell me how you really feel?

Andy Warhol, what you doing up town?
A Westside group, famous for their young around
Your pink and black, X-painted dreams
Memver images and your fake and noise like dreams

This time we know that it's for real
So come on, Andy Warhol
Won't you tell me how you really feel?

Black and silver, factory-like scope
Psychotic bedtime, brain is burned up and hazy
For all of those who skein, you are not crazy
You're fresher than film, you, they are cravin'

Uh-huh, 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 out, baby

This time you're looking pretty ill
Something discovered, tell me how you really feel