Nobody Knows I'm Elvis, Nobody Knows This

Is Your Head Up Your Ass So Far That You Can't Pull It Out?

I Didn't Aim At Anything Except Good Music.

Those Neon Light Nights, Couldn't Stay Out Of Fights, Keeps A-haunting Me In Memories. There Is One In Every Crowd, For Crying Out Loud, Why Was Is Always Turning Out To Be Me?

Besides That, I Felt Guilty. I Thought For Some Reason... I Was Alive, And Buddy And Those Boys Were Dead, And I Didn't Know How, But Somehow I'd Caused It.

Cuz I Was Never Pretty Anyway And Never Cared Anything About That.