Treaty Of Paris - Elvis Lives lyrics

Your excuses are useless Yeah your bad name confuses the situation When your actions speak louder than the words that ruined The reputation you're trying to hold on to. Whoa, whoa. Tell me, tell me Tell me what it is (Tell me what it is) Tell me, tell me Elvis isn't dead (Hell no, yes he is) Tell me, tell me. Tell me what it is. 'Cause someone has to be the king again. And you can't seem to break free From having the same bad dream And it keeps repeating (keeps repeating) You're reminded of the life you had before you left it all For fame and fortune on the cover Of a magazine. Whoa, whoa. Tell me, tell me Tell me what it is (Tell me what it is) Tell me, tell me Elvis isn't dead (Hell no, yes he is) Tell me, tell me. Tell me what it is. 'Cause someone has to be the king again. Something has to give Is this how it's always been? What did we lose Forgetting who we are? Something's gotta give So tell me what it is We're making fools think they're so goddamn special. Tell me, tell me Tell me what it is (Tell me what it is) Tell me, tell me Elvis isn't dead (Hell no, yes he is) Tell me, tell me. Tell me what it is. 'Cause someone has to be the king again