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 ATTRACTION      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...