What song is he singing?

What song is he singing?

AHHHH FRANKIE SINATRA

the eye of the spider

Bohemian Rhapsody

SAME AS IT EVER WAS

MY LIFESTYLE DETERMINES MY DEATH STYLE

FLEX YOUR MUSCLES

HOW DID I GET HERE

OUT HERE IN THE FIELDS

A TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART

OPEN UP YA
OPEN UP YA
OPEN UP YA THROAT

SOMETHIN WRONG
I HOLD MY HEAD

SHAME ON A NIGGA
WHO TRY TO RUN GAME ON A NIGGA

I FUCK THE MUSIC I MAKE IT CUM

I REMEMBER

HOW THE DARKNESS DOUBLED

I TOLD THE BAKERS DAUGHTER

CRAAAALING IN MY SKIIIN

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MY DING A LING MY DING A LING I WANT YOU TO PLAY WITH MY DING A LING

that's kyle from kyle and the gang

They’re selling postcards of the hanging
They’re painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They’ve got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they’re restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
“It takes one to know one,” she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning
“You Belong to Me I Believe”
And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place my friend
You better leave”
And the only sound that’s left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortune-telling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing
He’s getting ready for the show
He’s going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she’s ’neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession’s her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah’s great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

III LOVEE YOU JESUS CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIST

Undervalued statement

"Old Boots, New Dirt"

A cup of coffee from a waitress I ain't ever met
She asked, "Are you just passing through?"
I smiled and said, "I don't know yet."
I walked around the town square
Down the street to where
I met the preacher and the old courthouse man
Yeah, nothing helps you start again like

Old boots, new dirt, no reminders
I've got a feeling this town will get me over her
You've been through what I've been through, man
Nothing feels better than old boots, new dirt

There's a thousand faces that I ain't seen before
The only history that I can see is from the civil war
It's good for me to look around
Go down roads she ain't been down
No memories of our "used to bes" set me free

Old boots, new dirt, no reminders
I've got a feeling this town will get me over her
You've been through what I've been through, man
Nothing feels better than old boots, new dirt

Old boots, new dirt, one step closer
Yeah, I think I'm gonna like it here, yeah

You've been through what I've been through, man
Nothing feels better than
Nothing helps you start again like old boots, new dirt
Old boots, new dirt
Oooh, old boots, new dirt

Damn this guy is a lyrical genius

SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO

Why a Bitch Gotta Lie

I'm armed to the teeth
like a fucking animal
I ruin everything
I get my bony hands on

and here we go, now
over the bridge of sighs
we will get a cross like christ, crucified
it's like a birth but it is in reverse
never gets better, always gets worse

I'll gnaw at anything
New England is mine,
and it owes me a living

step one
step two
step three
step four, we fall through the floor
fall through the floor
fall through the floor

I want to feel like I feel when I'm asleep

Floridada.

i fuck the music
i make it cum
666 drum beats

it's fucking uncanny

HOL UP

Serial number, killing machine, the illest of means.

literally who

MY SMILE IS STUCK

It aint me

I CAN FEEL IT IN MY TEETH