Two Kings - The Burning Hell

Michael Jackson is alive and well and living in Canada

That’s what I was told by a friend of mine who heard in on the radio

I was not so very old when Thriller hit number one

But even in my infant mind I knew the gloved one was invincible

So I could believe he was somewhere deep in North Ontario

Moonwalking with Elvis, and maybe working on brand a new show

Oh their cabin isn’t small at all, but it’s no northern Neverland

No Graceland in the woods, just a simple home with simple furnishings

Two Kings on two wooden thrones, rocking the porch away

Talking about the old days and working out the details of their comeback tour

But both of them know they’d rather stay there in their forest home

Playing Hearts by the glow of their trusty old wood stove

And Michael spins the globe and they stare at it and go

No, you’ll never see us again

No, you’ll never see us again

Oh, you never were our real friends

Ergo, you’ll never see us again

One sticky August night, it’s said, they were up past their bedtimes

Staring at the stars and drinking virgin cocktails made with ginger-ale

Elvis heard it first, a hum in the distance

It sounded like a plane, but Michael was sure that it was aliens

But suddenly, a helicopter materialized

Bright shining lights and cameras burning out of the darkened sky

There was nothing to be done, they knew, they didn’t have an alternative

So Elvis armed the switch, and MJ he followed the launching protocol

The cabin was a blur of steel two kingly voices they counted down

From twenty back to one, and then the cameras captured their fading final song

Oh, you’ll never see us again

Oh, you’ll never see us again

No, you never were our real friends

Ergo, you’ll never see us again