Poor Boys and Pilgrims
Time goes by so slowly.....
Eat your fried peanut butter corn dogs
Washed down with opioids and beer;
Youth, like an avocado kitchen, is everlasting
The weight of years hold no decay;
There’s no disgrace at Graceland.
Life is too short....
For cars that bore and toys that fail
Pull out your weapon, shoot the screen
the car, the moon; Dress for excess,
Spin and croon, I am style, I am grace;
We never age at Graceland.
The wardens throw a party in the morning light
The good folks trooping by want it all just bright
They tell you’all the mem’ries, tall tales and such
The final word out here is, time can do so much . . .
Eternal flame, eternal life, you’re always on my mind
‘Cause no one ever really dies at Graceland.