Standing in a tin shed waiting for the van to come
Old friend have you seen where my golden ticket's been?
He waved out an arm and hitchhiked to Tennessee
I just wanted him to see where Elvis went to sleep
Present like the fear from above
They'll leave us like we've never been in love
We're only gazing at stars on the ceiling
Well it's scratched down the middle but the record goes on and on
So i've been thinking on where my golden ticket's gone
He ran through a turnstile and headed for the starship x
To progress humanity
It's not working out for me
Just painted on there in silver