King of Rock

There’s no more pedal to push to the floor,

there’s no more of the stuff that I drank.

My cigarettes are almost burning faster

Than the fuel in my 20 gallon tank.

Can’t stop speeding west before they all reach my back.

The people, the problems, the stuff that I lack.

Please stay at home or be a big star uptown,

Don’t come west, stay in your poison and drown.

Because I already saw your demise and I hate to spoil it

But you either die on stage or die on the toilet.