Testo di Elvis At The Wheel

There’s an independent bookstore The last one that remains All those others you might look for Have been eaten by the chains They soldier on No one cleans the window panes It was there I read the story So strange it must be real Of a car in Arizona With Elvis at the wheel He’s looking up The sky has something to reveal It is the face of Josef Stalin That is formed by drifting clouds Above the sleeping Memphis mafia And unsuspecting cows This is a sign from God! It’s plain This is a sign that nothing he does for the rest of his life Will be the same It’s a medieval moment A religious episode He is shaking in his footsteps On the dusty desert road His entourage are nervous And subdued How must it be to feel such passion? To be caught up in the thrall In some unfathomable fashion Like a pink and black St. Paul? Repeat chorus