Elvis Went To Hollywood

November promises it seems,

Of broken February dreams

That don't come true

Until you remember me

I don't remember you.

Were you the one who liked to sing?

Or just some other one.

It's strange how hate remains and stays

The same and we're always changing.

We are driving on the ceiling

There are aliens on motorcycles

Riding in the radio

While we destroy the world;

I said, "oh oh - oh no no"

The news is read, the future's dead,

When Elvis went to Hollywood

That's when everything went wrong.

So long goodbye,

It tastes of wedding cakes

And the sound of nursey rhymes

The ghosts of Roderick,

Of Alex Chilten, of Victor Frankenstein

The girl you always loved

The one you have no memory of

It's strange how hate remains

To paper over the invasion

We are driving on the ceiling

There are aliens on motorcycles

Hiding in the radio,

While we devour the world

I said - oh oh, oh no no

The future said, the news is dead

When Elvis went to Hollywood

That's when everything went wrong.

The god of Maine proclaims

The last evacuation of a dream

The gospel screams the sock of movie stars

And girly magazines

Spacemen too, from somewhere far away

You have to say it's strange we prayed in vain,

The rockets came and now we're fading.

We are hiding on the ceiling

There are aliens on motorcycles

Riding from the radio, while they destroy the world.

I said - oh oh, oh no no

The paper said, the King is dead

When Elvis went to Hollywood,

That's when everything went wrong.