Picked me up from tobacco road
Rolling papers suggesting silver and gold
Light it up 'til the sky is bright
Wrecking all sorts of weather
Into the night
Oh what a night
Graceland's dead and gone I mourned it
Let the truth be told you scorned it
Stolen from my own tobacco road
Time to reload
On the highway inside your head
Empty ghosts are applauded, already dead
And your blade, it's a work of art
Edgy bastard appointed straight to the heart
Tore it apart
Graceland's dead and gone I mourned it
Let the truth be told you scorned it
Stolen from my own tobacco road
Now you're getting old
Little child it's a rocky road
And your eyes getting haunted, evil and cold
Pardon me from this heavy load
Can't believe that I loved you
Not any more
Not any more
Graceland's dead and gone sure enough
Let the truth be told and piss off
Nothing but a lost tobacco road
Time to reload
Time to reload, it's time
