tonight is the night i die in a thousand little ways
i go to bed unhappy and awake older than my days
will my heart go out on me now that my love is all spent
now that it is emptied and i don't know where it went
all that remains is this awful hate inside
and i wish that i could just die
i guess a million Elvis fans really can't be wrong
sometimes late at night they like to sing that song
they pray to God for resurrection
a little bit of fame injection
but i never comes to them
just as it never came to him
there are a million reasons to die and no good ones for living
we pray for forgiveness then we go on sinning
i pray that i could breath again
and not to fear my end
but God has never heard me speculate
and i fear tonight it's just too late