|
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 |