Walking into heaven like the brand new Elvis A "Suited and booted" clean American made machine Cold skin, stolen keys, gravel track and bare knees I'm going where they won’t find me And I can feel them getting closer Closer And I can feel them getting closer Hanging all my prayers up on the power lines And they're lighting up the city like the National Grid Hotel Motel ringing like a sleigh bell I'm going where they won’t find me And I can feel them getting closer Closer And I can feel them getting closer Queen and me are waiting for the changing of the guards And they're rigging all the racquets down on Sunset Boulevard Cold sweat, jet-set, feeling like a death threat I'm going where they won't find me And I can feel them getting closer Closer And I can feel them getting closer And I can feel them getting closer Closer And I can feel them getting closer