On the broken boulevard stands the impersonator
Trying to score a buck,
Could be down on his luck,
Invoking The King–
The Memphis Country Boy
Who turned from heartland hero
To Vegas Sideshow,
Who walked along angels of the American highways
Standing up to the coaxing sun
Chasing glory and some old-fashioned fun,
Letting the sun grace his skin and the wind fly through his hair
Before he stood arm-in-arm with Dick Nixon,
Became a victim of drug-addicted and complacent despair,
A product of a lost generation
Looking for a buck,
Down on its luck,
Building monuments for heroes and kids
Praising and claiming to sing
While they crumble their soul, tossing them in trash bins.
So it went when they killed the King.
Writer • Musician
Ren Michael 