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michael mcguire - elvis souvenirs lyrics

elvis souvenirs
© electric babylon music author: m.m.

it doesn’t mean anything and it doesn’t really need to, a road is not the
father of what it may lead to, it’s just a joy ride into obscurity, you
don’t even need a song if you can sing, it’s easy to turn a p-wn into a
king, to know the flesh you must sacrifice it’s purity.
and it’s really all so convenient, that it’s hard to complain about the
cost, and the rules are so lenient, that it’s hard to really say what’s
been lost.
before he died death was an enigma but the ghost is see thru, back
when it was cool to be aloof now it’s only cool to say me too, can’t
walk on the water but he can walk on the rain, so now your hunger can
p-ss for desire, and all this hot air can p-ss for a fire, wait for the
shrink or the lawyer to sanctify your pain.
it’s such a game of mutual consent, we know the hook no need to
wink, it wont break it’s been pre bent, don’t waste your time on what
you think.
so maybe rock and roll can’t change the world, but it can sure change
your hairstyle, the sign said elvis souvenirs next exit, free tank of gas
with every purchase just one more mile.
it’s like all the traffic took the same wrong turn, so we only memorize
what we should learn, the philosophy of advertising slogans, we listen
to our radio hearts, the one in the million dollar song at the top of the
charts, we learn to express ourselves in tokens.
it’s such a tangle of feelings and wires, electrical impulse; dry thunder,
you can’t tell the truth to liars, our nonsense of wonder.
you are what you eat regardless of what your hungry for, the money on
the dresser promotes a sl-t to a wh-r-, you stare at your favorite
movie like it was a mirror, it’s a map to the home of the stars, an
aphrodisiac for the engines of there cars, this stained gl-ss wont get
any clearer.
what do you expect it’s a grave diggers grave, now we have the means
to fossilize our fears, spend our grace but graceland we can save, we
don’t really need elvis just elvis souvenirs.

nov.00

- michael mcguire lyrics

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