Road is still rocky
The creek bed's full of thorns
And there's contraband in stockings
Strapping gus down to the lawn
And just one pin-prick of daylight
Good god could do me in
Just as sure as yamba fist fights
Etch their razors in your skin

Elvis is still dead
You're still long gone
I'm still searching for a bed
Still scraping up these scraps of songs
We're all still peering out of
The edge of a hole
Chuck Berry's waiting to be crowned
As the king of rock'n'roll

There's still all those log cabins
Sitting empty in the woods
As an old rust bucket climbs the hill
Pistons pounding through the hood
And the shopping malls are growing
And we're supposed to need the goods
Hell my chest is overflowing
For you to tap in if you would

Elvis is still dead
You're still long gone
I'm still searching for a bed
Still scraping up these scraps of songs
We're all still peering out of
The edge of a hole
Chuck Berry's waiting to be crowned
As the king of rock'n'roll

Pin cushion head's been red-eyed
Lying awake up on the roof
Roy's got his hands full and tied
Keeping scrap-heap off the juice
And I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
Sweet all hear me now
That silver bird climbs on the fire
Let's reel it in somehow

Elvis is still dead
You're still long gone
I'm still searching for a bed
Still scraping up these scraps of songs
We're all still peering out of
The edge of a hole
Chock Berry's waiting to be crowned
As the king of rock'n'roll