Elvis on Acid

I feel like Elvis on acid Floating like magic It's Straight through the ceiling And into the static I'm headed for tragic But I try not to panic I just switch gears Like it's automatic Popped out of the box And they called it superstition Blinded by intention And I'm falling on ambition They talk But I don't even listen Trying to give forgiveness Wishing they would walk the walk But they won't Hopped out of the grave With brand new eyes Saw the sunlight a different way And it set the stage Cause I feel like Elvis on acid Floating like magic It's straight through the ceiling And into the static I'm headed for tragic But I try not to panic I just switch gears Like it's automatic I popped off as a star And they called it superficial Another dime a dozen If I only had a nickel I'd charge Just to motherfuckin' whistle The pen is sharp and whittled It's been right here writing riddles of it all I see the writing on the wall I open on the vein And put the bitter venom in em' And I Split em' like division And hit em' in the middle Of the page Laughin' while it's funny Burnin' dollars like it's sunny I've been switchin' out the money Like change Cause it ain't the same I feel like Elvis on acid Floating like magic Straight through the ceiling And into the static I'm headed for tragic Like I've always had it I just switch gears Like it's automatic I swear America is scared of itself A broken mirror on the road to Hell Another critic with a gimmick to sell Another pretty penny To be added to the many That's been sitting at the bottom of the well Oh well Cause I feel like Elvis on acid Floating like magic Straight through the ceiling And into the static I'm headed for tragic But I try not to panic I just switch gears Like it's automatic I'm Elvis on acid Floating like magic I just switch gears I just switch gears Like it's automatic