(ElvisCostello/Paddy Moloney). . If on every ocean the ship is a throne. And for each mast cut down another sapling is grown. Then I could believe that I'm bound to find. A better life than I
Tempest blows up from a squall. Past the Cape of Bad Conscience into the Gulf of the Cauldron. Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten. Exposing theroots like in the dyed hair of slattern
. Speak up, don't mumble if you're in the combo. On the beat (on the beat), on the beat (on the beat). Till a man comes along and he says. "Have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?. Though
laugh. On the Lisa Marie in a color photograph. . Elvis, under the hood. Elvis, with Cadillac blood. Elvis, darling bud. Flowered and returned to the Mississippi mud. . Elvis, ain't gonna rot
