Well I never thought of myself as a subtle kind of manI dreamed I was alive one time before the world beganAnd every time I walk the street my troubles drag my heelsI could not pretend that I wasn't lost in how it feelsI'm gonna be your ElvisI'm gonna be your Steve McQueenI was dead long before I was born, my mother did proclaimSend him back to Jesus, tell him I was not to blameWell well well tell me how can I refuseWhen every angel left in heaven bet that I would loseThe sound of frozen bells and horns was all that I could hearAnd every word that I ignored was ringing in my earI could not pretend that I was even half amusedWhen all they ever told me left me shaken and confusedI'm gonna be your ElvisI'm gonna be your Steve McQueenI'm gonna be the man you could not dreamWell I shaked out right on down the road til no one knew my nameThe future came and went so fast I almost bet the sameI slept a guilty sleep for seven years I was a ghostOf everyone I ever loved I loved myself the mostWhen everyone was breaking up I was breaking downI kept myself amused in high heeled shoes and sequin gownsThose voices on the radio, they all just made me numbSo I covered up my ears with bandages and bubble gumAnd I boarded up the windows and I denied that I was meI sold my brains for science and my soul for securityNow I'm a walking shadow of the fool I used to beI heard they held my funeral and there was no one there but meI'm gonna be your ElvisI'm gonna be your Steve McQueenI'm gonna be your terroristI'm gonna be your Steve McQueenI'm gonna be the man you could not dreamThe man you could not dreamThe man you could not dreamThe man you could not dreamThe man you could not dream