
Elvis 2.0
Now the hero’s got empty shoesand the stand-in’s got the stage fright bluesthey don’t get sick and the don’t get wellthey spend their time a hangin’ around the ink well Dyin’ from a pop diseaseCrucified and the symptoms are theseSex, Drugs, Money, FameIt’s what the people want so I’m not to blame BridgeSign my paper