I'm not a musician   musicians drink blood   they tie themselves too tight   i've only got one chance to say this, so i'd better say it right:      mothers, your children are drowning   they got their fingers caught in the briar patch   and the queen is dead, that's what mozza said   and the king's late for his own crowning      i saw elvis standing there   hips were swingin' like mother earth   his hair was swollen with pomade   like the damn thing was givin' birth   to me      i tried to join you in yr celestial dance   but i had to leave early   i realized i had forgotten to wear pants   and that's the story   and now i'm here and you're there   and i'll never go back   i never had a chance to   i strangled the ghost of love   and killed caring, and i killed friendship, and romance, too   and left their stinking bodies on a crate by the shore   and if i hadn't done myself in, there prolly woulda been more      of this, i'm sure.