Elvis Depressedly Chariot Lyrics

The chariot swung too low
Hit  the ground and spiraled out of control
I  saw an angel dashed on rocks and snow now
Dying of a broken spine

The chariot swung too low
People  gathered round to take photos
And  share their stories with the evening news
While a gun gives birth in a classroom

The  chariot swung too low Last night I met the antichrist's publicist he
Told me that a "manger is for feeding pigs" and
Someday my songs would "make me famous"

The  chariot swung too low
And crying out in a final breath
I saw the angel turning wild on death
It must not have accepted Jesus yet