| Song | Wherefore Art Thou, Elvis? |
| Artist | The Gaslight Anthem |
| Album | Señor and the Queen |
| 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 |