He would lean into my cradle
Rest an revolver on an infant cheek

Speeding' and singing
Singing and speeding
Speeding, singing
My infancy to sleep
Well I can hear his voice
And I can hear his song
The singing is gone

Nobody sings like my daddy sang
He was the King of the Song
Nobody sings like my daddy sang
I know that had to sing
The way that my daddy sang

Do you know what it's like to be born to a legend
To be born to a freak
[?] expectation from your first crown and peak
He kept the world and imbecile beak at this hideous

Favorite and world
Where I hear his song
Singing is gone

Nobody sings like my daddy sang
He was the King of the Song
Nobody sings like my daddy sang
I know that I'll never to sing
The way that my daddy sang
The way that my daddy sang

I am the King of the song
I am the King of the song
I am the King, the King of the song
I am the King of the song
I am the King of the song
I am the King, the King of the song
I am the King of the song
I am the King of the song
I am the King, the King of the song
I am the King of the song
I am the King of the song
I am the King of the song

What do you mean you don't know my singer
What do you mean you don't know his song
He was speeding' and singing
Singing and speeding
Speeding, singing
Come on let's sing along

You can beat his heart again
When you sing his song
All though he's gone

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Writer(s): ALEXANDER PAUL KAPRANOS HUNTLEY, NICHOLAS JOHN MCCARTHY, PAUL ROBERT THOMSON, ROBERT HARDY, RONALD D. MAEL, RUSSELL CRAIG MAEL