Elvis

This was gonna be the party
When did I start acting badly?
Lied to me while I was sleeping
I lied to you bout my body
We can talk about the old days
Finish each other in familiar ways
Is there anybody else like me?
Antithalian, pernoctalian, I’m an alien
I’m an alien
All my emo friends are DJs
They’re making minimalist music for the cocaine cowboys to play
I was a big ball of enthusiasm getting off the train
Now I’m a broken birthday banner lying trampled in the rain
I was walking in slow motion, doubting even my own devotion
But I’m too old now to be this uncomfortable
Got my privilege kept my addictions functional
Is there anybody else like me?
Antithalian, pernoctalian I’m an alien
I’m an alien
I’m an alien
I’m an alien
I feel like Elvis circa ‘77
Consume, consume, consume then die
I’m the corpse of the king getting drop kicked out of heaven
Sitting in the car park getting high
I feel like Elvis circa ‘77
Consume, consume, consume then die
I’m the corpse of the king getting drop kicked out of heaven
Sitting in the car park getting high
Sitting in the car park getting high
Sitting in the car park getting high
I’m fat, dead, Elvis getting high
I’m fat, dead, Elvis getting high
Getting high
Getting high