Mark Sinnis Lyrics
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Standing on the corner
The killer hunts his prey
The King’s final curtain
Both the darkest day
Like a thief in the night
The killer lurks on the streets
While all the Kings’s men
Have betrayed him
Standing on the corner
The killer stalks his prey
The King’s final curtain
In the summer of 77
There’s a killer on the loose
On the New York City streets
A King in a white hearse
In the Memphis heat
Murder with no remorse
On a hot summer city night
While the King he dies
Of a broken heart
In a Graceland
In the south
The killer hunts his prey
The King’s final curtain
Both the darkest day
Like a thief in the night
The killer lurks on the streets
While all the Kings’s men
Have betrayed him
Standing on the corner
The killer stalks his prey
The King’s final curtain
In the summer of 77
There’s a killer on the loose
On the New York City streets
A King in a white hearse
In the Memphis heat
Murder with no remorse
On a hot summer city night
While the King he dies
Of a broken heart
In a Graceland
In the south