[Intro: Instrumentale Outlaw Country] [Verse 1: Genre: Outlaw Country, dusty, raw, acoustic guitar focus, male vocal, gradual fade-in to next style] You can sing about riding, an outlaw so free, Or you sing about the lonesome desert, wild as can be. Sing of freedom and dust, of the loneliness out here, And the love you're searching for, year after year. Your dusty boots keep walking, beneath the endless sky, As whispered legends follow, with every passing by. [Pre-Chorus: transition to pop ballad, dramatic piano, building strings, female vocal] Anything you wanna do, We don't really care. Everything is welcome, It's just normal here. [Chorus: Genre: bombastic pop ballad, powerful female vocal, sweeping strings, dramatic drums, emotional] But heed rule number sixty-nine, No overly sentimental pop, my friend. It's the biggest rule here, In the Tombstone Lounge, no end. So let the music fill the air, With every style and every sound. But when you sing, just be aware, That Céline Dion is nowhere to be found. Guns and drugs, causing endless strife. Guns and drugs, causing endless strife. Or flex your ride, gold chains gleaming bright, At the snack bar, showing off with all your might. Got that bass bumping, windows down low, Every head turning, watch the good times flow. Got that swagger, yeah, I'm feeling so fly, Living large, reaching for the sky. [Pre-Chorus: transition to pop ballad, dramatic piano, building strings, female vocal] Anything you wanna do, We don't really care. Everything is welcome, It's just normal here. [Chorus: Genre: bombastic pop ballad, powerful female vocal, sweeping strings, dramatic drums, emotional] But heed rule number sixty-nine, No overly sentimental pop, my friend. It's the biggest rule here, In the Tombstone Lounge, no end. So let the music fill the air, With every style and every sound. But when you sing, just be aware, That Céline Dion is nowhere to can sing about, gore-splattered chainsaw, guts flying high, Rainbow-colored blood rain, falling from the sky. Exploding eyeballs, like confetti so bright, Giggling maniacs, dancing in the night. Brain smoothies blending, with a cherry on top, Gummy bear intestines, hear the squishy plop. Unicorns exploding, glitter everywhere, Gore-filled rainbows, floating in the air.[Instrumental] Gore-filled rainbows, floating in the air.[Instrumental] [Counterpoint] [Pre-Chorus: transition to pop ballad, dramatic piano, building strings, female vocal] Anything you wanna do, We don't really care. Everything is welcome, Anything you wanna do, We don't really care. Everything is welcome, It's just normal here. [Chorus: Genre: bombastic pop ballad, powerful female vocal, sweeping strings, dramatic drums, emotional] But heed rule number sixty-nine, No overly sentimental pop, my friend. It's the biggest rule here, In the Tombstone Lounge, no end. So let the music fill the air, With every style and every sound. But when you sing, just be aware, That Céline Dion is nowhere to be foun
