Black velvet Elvis is dead
Looks down his crown on the bed
As he's lead to the edge of town
September pardon the son
The hardest part is the one
That you hold in your hands dear
This is the perfect day to blow myself away
This is the perfect time
This is the perfect way and everyone will say
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Sunday kings out for a drive
I'm taking leaves from the fire
As the gold in his eyes screams
Forecast is lookout below
Slow dances crashes
And God only knows where he goes to
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