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A Cautionary Tale

Hey young Elvis, come on over here
You see I got this brilliant idea
I’m gonna tell you what we’re gonna do
We’re gonna make a star out of you

Just purse your lips, sing your song,
Shake your hips, you can’t go wrong
Leave all the rest to me and the boys
Before you know it we’ll be makin’ some noise

Here’s a cautionary tale
Here’s a cautionary tale

Look out for the thieves, pimps and whores
Sharks who promise to open doors
The bookies adding up the rookies’ scores
To them you’re just a piece of meat up for sale
Here’s a cautionary tale

Hey Michael Jackson what have you done
You used to be the fortunate son
On top of the world, you made it spin
I guess you couldn’t stand livin’ in your own skin

Who really loves you, who can you trust
Tell me what kind of self-loathing and disgust
Made you do what you did to yourself
Don’t go and try and blame anybody else

Here’s a cautionary tale
A cautionary tale

Look out for the mirror, it tells you a lie
It adores you, then hates you, you’ll never know why
But it’ll never love you ‘til the day you die
And it always has the last laugh, this will never fail
Here’s a cautionary tale

Down in Memphis, off of Beale Street
They’ll sell you toenails from Elvis’ feet
You can buy his sweat in a tiny vial
And fifty thousand postcards of his smile

And deep inside his silent tomb
They say there’s still plenty of room
‘Cause he ain’t really resting there
He made his great escape into thin air

Here’s a cautionary tale
A cautionary tale

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