Lyrics

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
This sorry shack on a plot of land
Is worth more now than any prayer or price

We 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

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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 gilded (brilliant?) lie for a hollow man
A bright mirage in a dream that never was

We 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
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A B C#m E / A B G#m B

Pity the fool - still a prodigal son
The money's gone and the thrill is dying
Chasing what's shiny like a girl or a gun
Can't sell out when no one's buying

E - A - B
A - B - E - A - F#m - C#m - B

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
This sorry shack on a plot of land
Is worth more now than any prayer or price

We 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