Song | Wherefore Art Thou, Elvis? |
Artist | The Gaslight Anthem |
Album | Señor and the Queen |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance | |
I was the salt of the earth, I was hard, and the last of the independents | |
And the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene | |
My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my jeans | |
I sang the blues like the dogs left too long in the street | |
I still sing the blues with the dogs | |
And I got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire | |
That's been burning through my veins since I first learned to cry | |
I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again | |
I never felt right and never fit in | |
Walking in my own skin | |
Now I got scars like the number of stars, my mind's full of vipers | |
I got the dust of the desert in my bones, coming through the amplifiers | |
Between the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth | |
It's a broken Hallelujah and a pain in my fist | |
I wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth | |
Over and over without relief | |
And I got nothing for you darling but a story to tell | |
About the rain on the pavement and the sound as it fell | |
I'd watch this whole night come down and never miss her again | |
I never felt right and never fit in | |
Walking in my old man shoes, with my scientist heart | |
I got a fever and a beaker and a shot in the dark | |
I need a Cadillac ride, I need a soft summer night | |
Say a prayer for my soul, Señorita | |
Because I've been dying out here in the cold and the snow | |
I've got a picture of you, Mama, to remind me of home | |
On the hood of a Dodge on a Saturday night | |
Say a prayer for my soul, Señorita |
I cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance | |
I was the salt of the earth, I was hard, and the last of the independents | |
And the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene | |
My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my jeans | |
I sang the blues like the dogs left too long in the street | |
I still sing the blues with the dogs | |
And I got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire | |
That' s been burning through my veins since I first learned to cry | |
I' d watch this whole night come down and never miss her again | |
I never felt right and never fit in | |
Walking in my own skin | |
Now I got scars like the number of stars, my mind' s full of vipers | |
I got the dust of the desert in my bones, coming through the amplifiers | |
Between the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth | |
It' s a broken Hallelujah and a pain in my fist | |
I wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth | |
Over and over without relief | |
And I got nothing for you darling but a story to tell | |
About the rain on the pavement and the sound as it fell | |
I' d watch this whole night come down and never miss her again | |
I never felt right and never fit in | |
Walking in my old man shoes, with my scientist heart | |
I got a fever and a beaker and a shot in the dark | |
I need a Cadillac ride, I need a soft summer night | |
Say a prayer for my soul, Se orita | |
Because I' ve been dying out here in the cold and the snow | |
I' ve got a picture of you, Mama, to remind me of home | |
On the hood of a Dodge on a Saturday night | |
Say a prayer for my soul, Se orita |
I cut my teeth on the stone of a teenage romance | |
I was the salt of the earth, I was hard, and the last of the independents | |
And the breath from my chest I was blowing kerosene | |
My lips and fingertips were stone, I wore my heart on my jeans | |
I sang the blues like the dogs left too long in the street | |
I still sing the blues with the dogs | |
And I got half a mind to let it all burn up in this fire | |
That' s been burning through my veins since I first learned to cry | |
I' d watch this whole night come down and never miss her again | |
I never felt right and never fit in | |
Walking in my own skin | |
Now I got scars like the number of stars, my mind' s full of vipers | |
I got the dust of the desert in my bones, coming through the amplifiers | |
Between the minor chord fall and the fourth and the fifth | |
It' s a broken Hallelujah and a pain in my fist | |
I wash my hands like the man with the blood on his teeth | |
Over and over without relief | |
And I got nothing for you darling but a story to tell | |
About the rain on the pavement and the sound as it fell | |
I' d watch this whole night come down and never miss her again | |
I never felt right and never fit in | |
Walking in my old man shoes, with my scientist heart | |
I got a fever and a beaker and a shot in the dark | |
I need a Cadillac ride, I need a soft summer night | |
Say a prayer for my soul, Se orita | |
Because I' ve been dying out here in the cold and the snow | |
I' ve got a picture of you, Mama, to remind me of home | |
On the hood of a Dodge on a Saturday night | |
Say a prayer for my soul, Se orita |