Jeff Lang - Elvis Is Still Dead lyrics

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