Could you be the one they talk about?
Hiding inside, behind another door?
Is it only happiness you want?
Does wanting a feeling matter any more?
It doesn't mean that much to me
Sometimes I don't mean that much to you
And I don't even know what I'm hiding for
And I don't even know what I'm crying for
Don't even know what I'm hiding for
Could you be the one they talk about?
Life is a game that only you can make
Maybe I'm about to throw it out
I've given it all, that's all I can take
Could you be the one
Could you be the one
Could you be the one that's hanging all around
Don't even know what I'm hiding for
Don't even know what I'm crying for
Don't even know, could you be the only
Broken hearted oneWho's The King?
You're like the King of Rock & Roll
Filled with a soul and all fucked up on Demerol
Like the King
you're only headed for the ground
Your own Graceland, Your body never found
I smell a rat up the back
But no a former champion
The hardest man alive's in an Indiana prison
What does Donnie do about that?
He lets his main man rot
As his pockets grow fat
Don't snooze,ya gotta make your moves
Nobody move, nobody gets hurt
Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt
But still Rodney King got treated like dirt
And why can't we all get along
Why get along with the cops
They beat ya like a dog
Jumpin high with pride
in the red, white & blue
Was it the thrills, the spills
Of the Rocket cycle dude
The King dare devil
Took it to another level,
Evil Knievel, a well paid rebel