Goodbye Elvis

Everything starts in the garden

Where the roots run down through the soil

The women will taste the fruit of the snake

And the men will work and toil

I was a young cub running

I sought what I could not find

Part of the curse is ya bleed and you hurt

In the ditch that you thought you could climb

Well life is a bitch sometimes

Goodbye Elvis

Goodbye Cobain

The big, big machine

Is a terrible thing

It's making us insane

It's making us insane

So get back to the dirt where you came from

Get back to the holy signs

Well I'd like to see you find something

That three days and a shovel can hide

So goodbye Elvis

Goodbye Cobain

The big, big machine

Is a terrible thing

It's making us insane

It's making us insane

Over and over

Change gonna come

Which way are we going

Down, down, down

Well get up

So goodbye Elvis

Goodbye Cobain

The big, big machine

Is a terrible thing

And it's making us insane

It's making us insane

So hello change"