Phony brick in front
Vinyl on the back and side
The pleasure of your company
A promise we'll abide
Will it turn around
When we're too tired to sleep
Will the auctioneers roll down our block
No promise left to reap
A home is not a hologram
A sorry shack on a plot of land
Is worth more now than any prayer or price
We've got steel and wood and wire
To forge a life out of tears and fire
Something real is always worth a fight
And a hologram Is just a trick of light
Was it blue and gold?
That mansion in your memory
We could flip a switch and turn a dial
Bring alive a fantasy
But a home is not a hologram
A brilliant lie for a hollow man
A bright mirage in a dream that never was
We've got steel and wood and wire
To forge a life out of tears and fire
Something real is always worth a fight
And a hologram Is just a trick of light
Pity the fool - still a prodigal son
When the money's gone and the thrill is dying
Chasing the shiny like a girl or a gun
Can't sell out when no one's buying
Phony brick in front
Vinyl on the back and side
The pleasure of your company
A promise we'll abide
But a home is not a hologram
A sorry shack on a plot of land
Is worth more now than any prayer or price
We've got steel and wood and wire
To forge a life out of tears and fire
Something real is always worth a fight
And a hologram Is just a trick of light