_Tonight, I’m gonna fake it all for you_ _In the darkness, there’s nothing my tracks can’t do_ _And tonight, I’m gonna prove my voice ain’t beat_ _Cos I was made for synching it, yet still sounding just like poo_
Guitars tuned down to Z and Paul still has to lipsynch. Donut Demon looks like an armor-plated meatball and barely moves, lame setlist same for decades and two fakes in makeup. Going out on top huh.
Guitars tuned down to Z and Paul still has to lipsynch. Donut Demon looks like an armor-plated meatball and barely moves, lame setlist same for decades and two fakes in makeup. Going out on top huh.