Elvis Went to Hollywood

November promises, it seems
Are broken February dreams
That don't come true, do you remember me?
I don't remember you
Were you the one who liked to sing?
Or just some other one
It's strange how Paige remains, she stays the same
And we're always changing.
We are driving on the ceiling
There are aliens on motorcycles
Riding in the radio
while we destroy the world
I said, "Oh, oh, oh, no, no."
The news, it read, "The Future's Dead"
When Elvis went to Hollywood
That's when everything went wrong
So long, goodbye, the taste of wedding cakes
The sound of nursey rhymes
The ghosts of Fredericksburg, of Alex Chilton
Of Victor Frankenstein
The girl you always loved
The one you have no memory of
It's strange how Paige remains
She prays for rain on the Invasion
We are driving on the ceiling
There are aliens on motorcycles
Hiding in the radio,
While we devour the world
I said, "Oh, oh, oh, no, no."
The future said, "The news is dead."
When Elvis went to Hollywood
That's when everything went wrong
The god of Maine proclaims
The last evacuation of a dream
The gospels scream a song of movie stars
And girly magazines
Spacemen, too, from somewhere far away
You have to say it's strange
We prayed in vain, the rockets came
And now we're fading
We are hiding on the ceiling
There are aliens on motorcycles
Riding from the radio
While they destroy the world.
I said, "Oh, oh, oh, no, no."
The paper said, "The King Is Dead"
When Elvis went to Hollywood
That's when everything went wrong