Christ the King, Elvis the King
One man he died for men, the other, man oh man could he sing
One he shot TVs, the other didn't need no gun
Because, after all, he said he was the son of god
A holy church, a museum in Graceland
Down on your kness, clap your hands
Preacher man on TV, his fingers full of rings
He talks about 'jaysus', and he's got hair just like the king
A visit to the mansion, a pilgrim at a shrine
Fried chicken and cherry cokes, loaves and fishes and wine
A holy church, a museum in Graceland
Down on your kness, clap your hands
If you don't stand for something
They say you'll fall for anything
It must be nice to have something
It must be nice to have a king
A holy church, a museum in Graceland
Down on your kness, clap your hands
Down on your kness, clap your hands...
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Christ the King, Elvis the King
One man he died for men, the other, man oh man could he sing
One he shot TVs, the other didn't need no gun
Because, after all, he said he was the son of god
A holy church, a museum in Graceland
Down on your kness, clap your hands
Preacher man on TV, his fingers full of rings
He talks about 'jaysus', and he's got hair just like the king
A visit to the mansion, a pilgrim at a shrine
Fried chicken and cherry cokes, loaves and fishes and wine
A holy church, a museum in Graceland
Down on your kness, clap your hands
If you don't stand for something
They say you'll fall for anything
It must be nice to have something
It must be nice to have a king
A holy church, a museum in Graceland
Down on your kness, clap your hands
Down on your kness, clap your hands...
One man he died for men, the other, man oh man could he sing
One he shot TVs, the other didn't need no gun
Because, after all, he said he was the son of god
A holy church, a museum in Graceland
Down on your kness, clap your hands
Preacher man on TV, his fingers full of rings
He talks about 'jaysus', and he's got hair just like the king
A visit to the mansion, a pilgrim at a shrine
Fried chicken and cherry cokes, loaves and fishes and wine
A holy church, a museum in Graceland
Down on your kness, clap your hands
If you don't stand for something
They say you'll fall for anything
It must be nice to have something
It must be nice to have a king
A holy church, a museum in Graceland
Down on your kness, clap your hands
Down on your kness, clap your hands...
Writer: Jeffrey Reid
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid