There's no way out, no way in
To the hallowed halls, the inner ring.
You're just a face in the crowd.
You got no place when you're down and out.
Mona Lisa, you can stop searching.
Don't you know we're not Virgin.
Chorus:
We're on the mkae make.
We only take take.
We're on the make make.
We accumulate.
We're on the make make.
Don't mind, it's fake fake.
We're on the make make.
We're making heartbreak.
We build our tower on shifting sand.
You got no idea what's changing hands.
No chivalry. Who cares what you feel?
This is not the place for high ideals.
Mona Lisa, you can stop searching.
Don't you know we're not Virgin?
Chorus
Mona Lisa, you can stop searching.
Don't you know we're not Virgin?
No sympathy, we're sacrosanct.
We're on the make.
No charity! No thanks!
Writer(s): Michael Gordon Oldfield
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