The Burning Hell - Two Kings lyrics

Michael Jackson is alive and well and living in Canada That's what I was told by a friend of mine who heard in on the radio I was not so very old when Thriller hit number one But even in my infant mind I knew the gloved one was invincible So I could believe he was somewhere deep in North Ontario Moonwalking with Elvis, and maybe working on brand a new show Oh their cabin isn't small at all, but it's no northern Neverland No Graceland in the woods, just a simple home with simple furnishings Two Kings on two wooden thrones, rocking the porch away Talking about the old days and working out the details of their comeback tour But both of them know they'd rather stay there in their forest home Playing Hearts by the glow of their trusty old wood stove And Michael spins the globe and they stare at it and go No, you'll never see us again No, you'll never see us again Oh, you never were our real friends Ergo, you'll never see us again One sticky August night, it's said, they were up past their bedtimes Staring at the stars and drinking virgin co*ktails made with ginger-ale Elvis heard it first, a hum in the distance It sounded like a plane, but Michael was sure that it was aliens But suddenly, a helicopter materialized Bright shining lights and cameras burning out of the darkened sky There was nothing to be done, they knew, they didn't have an alternative So Elvis armed the switch, and MJ followed the launching protocol The cabin was a blur of steel two kingly voices they counted down From twenty back to one, and then the cameras captured their fading final song No, you'll never see us again No, you'll never see us again Oh, you never were our real friends Ergo, you'll never see us again