Elvis

The business that we're in now is rotten to the core
It's all about the money and really nothing more
Surrounded by the people with signs in their eyes
Promising you mountains and selling you lies

Hey Elvis!
The money makes me feel so fine
Tell me how it is boy
To know your ass is mine mine mine mine mine

The manager wants you to get on the stage
You are too tired because of your age
Living from now on a stuffed puppet life
Playing with your health and on the edge of a knife

Hey Elvis!
The money makes me feel so fine
Tell me how it is boy
To know that your ass is mine mine mine mine mine

Hi, I'm your new manager and I'm looking for some teenage kids
So they can make me famous and make me rich
Hey new kid!
Yeah what's up sir?
Hey you look mighty cute boy
Hey can you sing?
No man I cannot sing!
Ah, you can move you lips don't you?

I know that we are lucky bacause we have bad dude Dave
You know he is my brother and things are pretty safe
But when we get the choice for wealth and global fame
We'll also take the money and be the puppets in this game

Hey Elvis!
The money makes me feel so fine
Tell me how it is boy
To know your ass is mine mine mine mine mine



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