Eighteen Visions - That Ain't Elvis Playing The Piano (Until The Ink Runs Out - 2000) | Текст песни

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The piano players dead.
Someone shot him in the head.
I want to make sweet love to his fucking music.
The piano players dead.
Someone shot him in the head.
I want to make sweet love to his fucking music.

Who would've wanted the show to end this early?
I guess it's time for the curtain call.

Listen to the symphony.
Can you hear them play our fucking song?

Listen to our fucking love.
Yeah.
The king said to rock it.
Shake rattle n roll.
Yeah.
The king said to rock it.
Shake rattle n roll.
Yeah. (x3)

But who's behind the piano,
If the piano players dead?
But who's behind the piano?

It sure as hell ain't Elvis (x3)
So cut the fucking music.
It sure as hell ain't Elvis (x3)
So cut the fucking music.