an eyeful cruel morning needs some coffee to wake
a shower for the smell
a suit for the face
a ticket to get in
a password to play
a past that is not mine
is making me pay
Elvis is dead
whose next? whose known
to be quite groovy?
to be fat and groovy?
an eyeful cruel evening needs a beer can to wake
a car to wheel the night
some money to shake
a ticket to get in
a password to play
a past that`s not mine
to compensate
trash gets a life
and pops through my window
there`s no sound we dig like noise
if you`re sheep ain`t white
you better paint them today
so tomorrow can carry whatever you hate
with a ticket to get in
a password to play
a protection softly saying
you`ll never be safe
I haven`t eaten since you`re gone
you should know me
I haven`t eaten since
Elvis is dead