Well in the twilight's last gleaming, out past the interstate
That's where you'll find me, hope you're not too late
Well in the twilight's last gleaming, down by the power lines
I'm rolling in the dirt and I'm completely out my mind
Sirens are a-wailing, I'm heading out of town
I'm rolling like a number, I'm a-looking but I can't be found (?)
Well in the twilight's last gleaming, back behind the barn
I'm a-yelling and a-screaming, burning down the farm
Well in the dawn's early light I see the fires up on the hills
And the burning condominiums and the feelings that I feel
Well in the twilight's last gleaming, sitting in my car
Listening to the radio right outside this bar
Well the dynamite is strapped in and the gun is in my hand
I ain't going along to no promised land
Promised land
Well in the twilight's last gleaming, I'm chained to a TV screen
They're making me watch Solid Gold and I'm pulling out my spleen
Well in the twilight's last gleaming, oh they want to resurrect the King
Yeah they want to dig him up yeah they want to hear him sing again
Oh now they're been waiting, waiting and waiting and waiting
See Elvis crucified on a black velvet painting
Now I see so clearly I know it's not a dream
And everybody's creaming in the twilight's last gleaming
Twilight's last gleaming
Twilight's last last last oh oh yeah, wow
Whoo, whoo whoo
That's where you'll find me, hope you're not too late
Well in the twilight's last gleaming, down by the power lines
I'm rolling in the dirt and I'm completely out my mind
Sirens are a-wailing, I'm heading out of town
I'm rolling like a number, I'm a-looking but I can't be found (?)
Well in the twilight's last gleaming, back behind the barn
I'm a-yelling and a-screaming, burning down the farm
Well in the dawn's early light I see the fires up on the hills
And the burning condominiums and the feelings that I feel
Well in the twilight's last gleaming, sitting in my car
Listening to the radio right outside this bar
Well the dynamite is strapped in and the gun is in my hand
I ain't going along to no promised land
Promised land
Well in the twilight's last gleaming, I'm chained to a TV screen
They're making me watch Solid Gold and I'm pulling out my spleen
Well in the twilight's last gleaming, oh they want to resurrect the King
Yeah they want to dig him up yeah they want to hear him sing again
Oh now they're been waiting, waiting and waiting and waiting
See Elvis crucified on a black velvet painting
Now I see so clearly I know it's not a dream
And everybody's creaming in the twilight's last gleaming
Twilight's last gleaming
Twilight's last last last oh oh yeah, wow
Whoo, whoo whoo