I'm burning diesel burning dinosaur bones.
Frantic, tick, tick, t-tick tock!
Too real is this feeling of make believe
Bless my cotton socks I'm in the news, the king sits on his face but it's all assumed
You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine, just own the night.
Too many times, I've seen the hero turn to dust
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Listen to my muscle memory. Contemplate what I've been clinging to. Forty-six and two ahead of me.
... and the days go by, like a strand in the wind In the web, that is my own, I begin again
Where's my Elvis?