Lyrics Eighteen Visions – That Ain’t Elvis Playing Piano
Text:
The piano players dead.
Someone shot him in the head.
I want to make sweet love to his fucking music.
Who would’ve wanted the show to end this early?
I guess it’s time for the curtain call.
Listen to the symphony.
Can you hear them play our fucking song?
Listen to our fucking love. Yeah.
The king said to rock it.
Shake rattle n roll.
But who’s behind the piano if the piano players dead?
It sure as hell ain’t Elvis so cut the fucking music.
Listen to the symphony.
Can you hear them play our fucking song?
Listen to our fucking love. Yeah.
The king said to rock it.
Shake rattle n roll.
But who’s behind the piano if the piano players dead?
It sure as hell ain’t Elvis so cut the fucking music.
Album
Eighteen Visions – Eighteen Visions - Until The Ink Runs Out
Eighteen Visions – Prelude To An Epic / Flowers For Ingrid
Eighteen Visions – Revolutionizing The Sound Of Music
Eighteen Visions – That Ain’t Elvis Playing Piano
Eighteen Visions – Wine ‘Em, Dine ‘Em, Sixty–Nine ‘Em
Eighteen Visions – Elevator Music / The Nothing
Eighteen Visions – Who The Fuck Killed John Lennon?
Eighteen Visions – Champagne And Sleeping Pills
Eighteen Visions – She’s A Movie Produced Masterpiece
Eighteen Visions – She Looks Good In Velvet