i may be bleedin' but i feel just fine
i wish to god you would send me a sign
it don't do its best to please
i got the troubles of this whole world combined
i bet my whole life on this useless design
that i can show this shameful face
prayin' hard when it comes
i'm going up to graceland where they built me a shrine
i'll take all your problems if you'd only take mine
and we'll go with the girls
they got empty beds and curls