paroles de chanson Knockoff Elvis - Young Rising Sons

(Alright)
(Yeah, let's run it)

I'm no different than a counterfeit, torn up two dollar bill
Like a royal flush that's been drainin' my love
I'm still chasin' a thrill, yeah
If you're countin' my cards, I'm not showin' my hand
But your eyes are so soft, and they're drawin' me in
I've been buildin' you up, you've been breakin' me out
We've been spinnin' this wheel 'til it breaks down

But I could be your Elvis for the night
Yeah, you could dress me up just right
I'll do a, a real nice impression
But deep down I'm just guessin'
In a cheap suit, rollin' dice
Dancin' to a devil in disguise
I'll still be countin' my lucky sevens
And I'll be your knockoff Elvis

You're a red roulette, I'm a cigarette and you're burnin' me out
So I'll just pretend, make it up in my head
'Cause if I tried to break this down
And be honest, I think that I'd just fall apart
Hit the jackpot and break up my stupid heart
You can call me a liar, I'll call you a fraud
Maybe we should admit that we're both kinda off

But I could be your Elvis for the night
Yeah, you could dress me up just right
I'll do a, a real nice impression
But deep down I'm just guessin'
In a cheap suit, rollin' dice
Dancin' to a devil in disguise
I'll still be countin' my lucky sevens
And I'll be your knockoff Elvis
I'll be your knockoff Elvis, yeah
Yeah

So, why you gotta do that, baby?
Why you gotta do those things to me?
Why you gotta do that, baby?
Why you gotta do those things to me?