This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.
Nobody knows I'm Elvis, nobody knows this is me. After all of my tries, I've got the perfect disguise.
Heaven is laying in my sweet baby's arms, hell is when my baby's not here.
Is your head up your ass so far that you can't pull it out?
If we all could sound like we wanted to, we'd all sound like George Jones.
Men commit murder and all sorts of mayhem, in a few years they're back on the streets. Highway robbery and white collar crime, and they laugh at the system they beat.