Liz Phair - Elvis, Be True Lyrics
Everyones talking bout elviscause it seems like the thing that we doElvis is walking around listlesslySeems he cant even die if he wanted toIts a bad business to be inYou dont get thanked and you dont get paidIts a hard world to be in withAnd to end with, and to think about leaving behindExhuming the body in memphisWaiting five hours to get into gracelandIs this anybodys idea of a good time or a good joke?Airport biographies are usually trueFame and fortune took its tollHes not the king of rock and roll anymoreHes just a junkie redneckPull the sheet over your headFold your arms across your chestLie back in bed, you can call folks constantly tomorrowOhhh, everyones talking bout elviscause it seems like a thing that we doElvis is living too fat and slow nowTo care what we say about himPicking up hitchhiking elvisesChristening babies at the foot of his graveHe was watching tv and laughing to himselfJust had to tell someone how he did itElvis, be good to meElvis, be trueElvis, I love youElvis, be trueElvis, be near meElvis, be mineElvis, come back to mePlease, elvis, be fineEverythings coming up rosesEverythings coming up elvisEverythings coming up rosesEverythings coming up elvisElvisElvisElvisElvis, be true