Priscilla's Gun
Autumn dawns it's 1959
When I call you pick up the line
Your Mom won't let you out tonight
But who's gonna stop me
From taking what I like
I'm soon to be King
Memphis needs a Queen
Ditch your family
I say we build American Monarchy
In disbelief laying here
Graceland's defeat at the
Hands of the queen
Smoking barrel leaves me stunned
I've been shot by
Priscilla's Gun
Pistol for every gown
Baby shot me down
Skull fractals rest in-between
My pink Caddy's seats
Has the Presley presence been made undone, I've been shot by
Priscilla's Gun
Bottoms up, dissolve your pills in wine
I'd like to see me daughter
I ain't got no fucking time
Still pissed about Frankie's Girl
You wouldn't last a day in my world
Keep your nose out of the tabloids
Sorry you're bored in Paradise
She reaches for her gun
Red like her dress strapped to her thigh
Says tonight royalty will die
In disbelief laying here
Graceland's defeat at the
Hands of the queen
Smoking barrel leaves me stunned
I've been shot by
Priscilla's Gun
Pistol for every gown
Baby shot me down
Skull fractals rest in-between
My pink Caddy's seats
Has the Presley presence been made undone, I've been shot by
Priscilla's Gun
Red like her dress
Strapped to her side
Tonight by the hands of my
Gun
Gun
Gun
Gun
Gun
Gun
Gun
Gun
Gun
When I call you pick up the line
Your Mom won't let you out tonight
But who's gonna stop me
From taking what I like
I'm soon to be King
Memphis needs a Queen
Ditch your family
I say we build American Monarchy
In disbelief laying here
Graceland's defeat at the
Hands of the queen
Smoking barrel leaves me stunned
I've been shot by
Priscilla's Gun
Pistol for every gown
Baby shot me down
Skull fractals rest in-between
My pink Caddy's seats
Has the Presley presence been made undone, I've been shot by
Priscilla's Gun
Bottoms up, dissolve your pills in wine
I'd like to see me daughter
I ain't got no fucking time
Still pissed about Frankie's Girl
You wouldn't last a day in my world
Keep your nose out of the tabloids
Sorry you're bored in Paradise
She reaches for her gun
Red like her dress strapped to her thigh
Says tonight royalty will die
In disbelief laying here
Graceland's defeat at the
Hands of the queen
Smoking barrel leaves me stunned
I've been shot by
Priscilla's Gun
Pistol for every gown
Baby shot me down
Skull fractals rest in-between
My pink Caddy's seats
Has the Presley presence been made undone, I've been shot by
Priscilla's Gun
Red like her dress
Strapped to her side
Tonight by the hands of my
Gun
Gun
Gun
Gun
Gun
Gun
Gun
Gun
Gun
Credits
Writer(s): Gavin Hendricks
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