Elvis Aint Dead

NOT A BAD PLACE TO VISIT BUT I'M SICK OF LIVING HERE, MY SKIN IS CLAMMY AND A CHILL RISES OFF THE WATER, I LOOK AT EVERYONES FEET AND THEN I INHALE, WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND AND THEN THE LIGHT IS GONE, I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO SPEAK BUT I ONLY LICKED MY LIPS, SAVORING THE TASTE I CRUSH MY BURNING HEAD AND THEN DRAG IT THROUGH THE WATER SO IT WILL NOT BRING ME DOWN, I CLEANSE MY HANDS OF FILTH THEN SEE ROUNDERS ON THE SCREEN, A WORM WATCHES THE DANCERS AND I AM SORRY THAT THERE IS NO SMOKING IN THE GRAPEFRUIT SECTION