Empty Elvis (Revisited)

Blame the almighty, crucify me, martyrdom, sex, and fame Screaming, oh my God, oh, that's your god? Blindfold the firing squad Pay the almighty with your body then you can carry me Screaming, oh no, that's wrong you don't belong Stand before the firing squad I'm alone again I'm alone again I'm alone again I was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my walls But now I want it all Oh my God oh, that's your god? Blindfold the firing squad They, the almighty, keep inviting us to all come along Then they scream, oh my God, when they see that you're flawed Take shots at the firing squad Seems that I'm alone again But you said you would give me the world I was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my walls But now I want it all Over and over again Oh my god, is that you god? I'm over it I'm over it I'm over it Soul made the devil his riches Because I couldn't have gotten here all by myself (All of us paper thin pages ripped for money) (All of us paper thin pages ripped for money) Oh, it seems that I'm alone again But you said you would give me the world I was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my walls But now I want it all Seems that I'm alone again But you said you would give me the world I was fine with those poster ghosts haunting my walls But now I want it all Over and over Over again Over, over It's over, over and over Over, it's over, over it Ohh, uf, shit