Now the hero’s got empty shoes
and the stand-in’s got the stage fright blues
they don’t get sick and the don’t get well
they spend their time a hangin’ around the ink well
- Singing ooh, ooh there’s a doctor’ll give ya anything
ooh, ooh, ooh and they sing it again
“You may be dying for my sins
but I don’t owe you a thing
you may not be a fool (elvis)
but you ain’t no king”
Dyin’ from a pop disease
Crucified and the symptoms are these
Sex, Drugs, Money, Fame
It’s what the people want so I’m not to blame
Bridge:
Sign my paper with a manuscript
One way ticket to the kicking crypt
Where I can meet my devil say yakety-yak
Get my girl if I don’t look back
Lonely, in a crowded room
The music’s loud going boom boom!
Yeah what gets ya thru the night at the end of the day
No body understands a word you say
- Ya say Ooh, ooh, ooh there’s a doctor give ya anything
ooh, ooh, ooh and they sing it again
“You may be dying for my sins
but I don’t owe you a thing
you may not be a fool (elvis)
but you ain’t no king”