Texty: Eighteen Visions. That Ain't Elvis Playing Piano.

The piano player?s dead
Someone shot him in the head
I want to make sweet love to his fucking music
Who would've wanted the show to end this early?
I guess it's time for the curtain call

Listen to the symphony
Can you hear them play our fucking song?
Listen to our fucking love, yeah
The king said to rock it, shake, rattle ?n roll

But who's behind the piano if the piano players dead?
It sure as hell, ain't Elvis, so cut the fucking music