Elvis Is Dead Paroles

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 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