[Drapht]Kids these days, they say how do I respect my elders?My overzealous elders had respect in ElvisTo walk through the door with his pelvis swinging, singing and dancingVelvet suit, diamonds blinging bringing the massesImagine the face of the fanswhen the gates opened up to the Graceland mansionHey there's Elvis! He's still so hansom, yep!There's Elvis! Back like the PhantomFrom dead to alive, but you're lead to believeHe premeditated his death, took a second to breatheFreedom, free of the screamingFree of the cocaine feeding his demonsDaydreamed leaving the mainstream marketSo they say, he put a wax dummy in his casketSo they say, they saw beads of sweat on his neckBut a body doesn't sweat when it's dead, where's Elvis?[Chorus]Where's Elvis? Where the hell is the king at?Made the made world stop whenever he'd sing thatBlue Suede Shoes, Viva Las VegasIs the king alive today? Where's Elvis?Wait! Where the king at, the king at?Made the world stop whenever he'd go and sing thatJailhouse Rock, All Shook UpOne day they looked up and he was fucking gone, where's Elvis?Elvis has left the building[Drapht]Priscilla and Lisa Marie know where the king of libido'shiding out, living life in incognitoFrom Rio to Tennessee, North CarolinaStarted in Hawaii, Michigan and West Vagina (West Virginia!)What's in the head space of the king though?Don't shoot the messenger, ring around, ask RingoOr Paul McCartney, The Beatles' Elvis PresleyThey planned the whole recipe, well yeah allegedly... I knew it was them, those fucking BeatlesOr maybe Chuck D and Flavor Flavlaid him in the grave cause what he played, they claimedhe was racist, but face it, a no so basicDidn't write a song, sold a billion cause he played sickTo some a murder of the king of rock 'n' rollOr one too many burger probably robbed him of his soulOr maybe a peanut butter, banana fried sandwichEverybody wants to know where the fuck your man is[Chorus]And when you're out like Elvis, they want to dig you...[Drapht]Yeah, since he was born, he was destined for greatnessA still-born twin brother that didn't make itThe day January eight, ninety-thirty fiveNot that he needed any more power like the lifeof the Amish, his disadvantage a drug takeTarnished his life, carnage, a love-haterelationship, not just the basic shitFourteen drugs in his system, he loved the fucking taste of itWasted, had an anaphylactic shockcaused by codeine, had a heart-attack, droppedoff the toilet, maybe just a ploy to escapeMaybe fingered a heavyweight in the Las Vegas drug tradeWait, what he fingered him? Ohh, not fingered him as fingered himChanged some evidence and put a ring of 'em awayThen he left the stage, last time he playedraised his head, said we'll meet again, so[Chorus: 2X]