Elvis Is Dead Lyrics & Chords By Jeff Lang

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