Elvis In the Army

Most things are over The old world is gone Worship death Catch your breath That's the west Carry on Where do I go after one dozen laps Around the sun in this town With the people it traps? Riches and roaches Come and go with ease When's my cue? One more round? One last fry, one last freeze? Lately I've noticed that I am away More than home more than not In the zone's where I stay Just like Elvis in the army Eating dinner from a can Saying a prayer for rock n roll Is it gone? Do they miss me? I live in fear of the frauds who have flown Thru the revolving door To a devolving throne And I've shed more tears than I'd care to admit For the drunk fool on my stoop Talking so much shit Said his goodbyes When I paid him his cost Scratch off card, can of beer He said thanks and got lost Which would he forget If he had the choice? Is it the look on my face or The sound of my voice? Just like Joyce down in Trieste Squinting at the Grand Canal From the bridge like he's back home Crossing north into Monto Lately I've noticed my hearts disavowal Of the suffering myth Guess I've thrown in the towel Debt, dust and memories To collect and trade To the man, on the fan And in the room where I lay Stretching my limbs out Till each one extends To a place I can't see Because the earth's surface bends So let's plant a seed that Grows high and devours What is yours, what is mine Till what's left is what's ours