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panic! at the disco - i write sins not tragedies
Oh, well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
And I can't help but to hear,
No I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"what a beautiful wedding,
What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to a waiter.
"yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."
I'd chime in with a "haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"no,
It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"no,
It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...
Well in fact
I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved!
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne!
Oh! well in fact
I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved!
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne!
I'd chime in with a "haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"no,
It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"no,
It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Again.
I'd chime in "haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"no,
It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in "haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"no,
It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Again.
panic! at the disco - new perspective
I feel the salty waves come in
I feel them crash against my skin
And I smile as I respire because I know they'll never win
There's a haze above my TV
That changes everything I see
And maybe if I continue watching
I'll lose the traits that worry me
Can we fast-forward to go down on me?
Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
And I'll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I wanna be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here
Taking everything for granted but we still respect the time
We move along with some new passion knowing everything is fine
And I would wait and watch the hours fall in a hundred separate lines
But I regain repose and wonder how I ended up inside
Can we fast-forward to go down on me?
Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
and I'll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I wanna be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here
More to the point, I need to show
How much I can come and go
Other plans fell through
And put a heavy load on you
I know there's no more that need be said
When I'm inching through your bed
Take a look around instead and watch me go
Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
and I'll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I wanna be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here
It's not fair, just let me perfect it
Don't wanna live a life that was comprehensive
'cause seeing clear would be a bad idea
Now catch me up on getting out of here
So catch me up I'm getting out of here
panic! at the disco - ballad of mona lisa
She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sins she?s paid for
A lone speaker in a conversation
Her words are swimming through his ears again
There?s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you?ve paid for
Say what you mean, tell me I?m right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I wanna believe
Woah, Mona Lisa
You?re guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa
I?d pay to see you frown
He senses something, call it desperation
Another dollar, another day
And if she had the proper words to say, she would tell him
But she?d have nothing left to sell him
Say what you mean, tell me I?m right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I wanna believe
Woah, Mona Lisa
You?re guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa
I?d pay to see you frown
Mona Lisa
Say what you mean, tell me I?m right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I wanna believe
Woah, Mona Lisa
You?re guaranteed to run this town
Woah, Mona Lisa
I?d pay to see you frown
Say what you mean, tell me I?m right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign, I wanna believe
There?s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you?ve paid for
panic! at the disco - nine in the afternoon
Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as lovers can, you know
That we're feeling so good
Picking up things we shouldn't read,
It looks like the end of history as we know,
It's just the end of the world.
Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as love, you could, you can
Into a place where thoughts can bloom
Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon
And we know that it could be
And we know that it should
And you know that you feel it too
?Cause it's nine in the afternoon
And your eyes are the size of the moon
You could ?cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good, just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could ?cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good
Back to the street, down to our feet
Losing the feeling of feeling unique
Do you know what I mean?
Back to the place where we used to say,
"Man it feels good to feel this way"
Now I know what I mean
Back to the street, back to the place
Back to the room where it all began
Back to the room where it all began
?Cause it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could ?cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good, just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could ?cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good, just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon
Your eyes are the size of the moon
You could ?cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good, just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon
panic! at the disco - always
When the world gets
To heavy
Put it on my back
I'll be your levy
You are taking me apart
Like bad glue
On a get well card...
It was always you
Falling for me
Now there's always time
Calling for me
I'm the light
Blinking at the end of the road
Blink back to let me know...
I'm a fly that's trapped
In a web
But im thinking that
My spiders dead
Lonely, lonely little life
I could kid myself
In thinking that im fine...
It was always you
Falling for me
Now there's always time
Calling for me
I'm the light
Blinking at the end of the road
Blink back to let me know...
That im still around
Just a king and rusty throne
All the castle under siege
But the sign outside says
Leave me alone...
It was always you
Falling for me
Now there's always time
Calling for me
I'm the light
Blinking at the end of the road
Blink back to let me know
(It was always you)
Blink back to let me know
(It was always you...)
panic! at the disco - but it s better if you do
Now I'm of consenting age to be forgetting you in a cabaret.
Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name
As she sheds her skin on stage
I'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's P.A.
The strip joint veteran sits two away
Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
But, but I'm afraid that I
Well, I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
Well, I'm afraid that I
Well, that's right, well I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Well, I'm afraid that I
Well, I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
Well, I'm afraid that I
Well, that's right, well I may have faked it
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place
And isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know
Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety, oh
panic! at the disco - build god, then we ll talk
It's these substandard motels
On the on the corner of 4th and Freemont Street
Appealing, only because they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering
The rooms have a hint of asbestos
And maybe just a dash of formaldehyde
And the habit of decomposing right before your very eyes
Along with the people inside
Inside, What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight tenants range from a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come monday
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney,
Moonlighting aside, she really needs his money
Oh, What a wonderful caricature of intimacy. yeah
And not to mention
The constable, and his proposition
For that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
As he said to the Mrs.
Only hours before
Well after he had left
As she was fixing her face in a compact,
There was a terrible crash
(There was a terrible crash)
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag
And held a "purse" of a different kind
Along with the people inside
Inside, What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
There are no
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking bad chances
At the shade of the sheets before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking bad chances
At the shade of the sheets before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things
Inside, What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking bad chances
At the shade of the sheets before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with roaches and taking bad chances
At the shade of the sheets before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things
panic! at the disco - camisado
Camisado
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
This is the scent of your skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anaesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency
This is the scent of your skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anaesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back,sit back
Relax,relax
Sit back,sit back
Whoa ooo
Can't take the kid from the fight
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind you what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind you what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
Take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back,sit back
Relax,relax
Sit back,sit back
Whoa ooo
Can't take the kid from the fight
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
panic! at the disco - let s kill tonight
If i retreat, words, wars and symphonies,
Make room we're taking over here,
And so the galantine,
Cold and alone, it suits you well,
Will finally perch him here again...
Before they serve you well
They must be sent to hell,
Where they'll always have them all,
Cold hearts and colder songs,
They will play us out with a song of pure romance,
Stomp your feet and clap your hands...
Let's kill tonight, kill tonight,
Show them all you're not the ordinary type,
Let's kill tonight, kill tonight,
Show them all you're not the ordinary type,
Let's kill tonight...
Before they serve you well,
They rest is sent to hell,
Where they'll always have them all,
Cold hearts and colder songs,
They will play us out with a song of pure romance,
Stomp your feet and clap your hands...
Let's kill tonight, kill tonight,
Show them all you're not the ordinary type,
Let's kill tonight, kill tonight,
Show them all you're not the ordinary type,
Let's kill tonight, kill tonight,
Show them all you're not the ordinary type,
Let's kill tonight, kill tonight,
Show them all you're not the ordinary type,
Let's kill tonight...
panic! at the disco - far too young to die
I never so adored you
I'm twisting allegories now
I want to complicate you
Don't let me do this to myself
I'm chasing roller coasters
I've got to have you closer now
Endless romantic stories
You never could control me
Well I never really thought that you'd come tonight
When the crown hangs heavy on either side
Give me one last kiss while we're far too young to die.
Fixation or psychosis?
Devoted to neurosis now
Endless romantic stories
You never could control me
Well I never really thought that you'd come tonight
When the crown hangs heavy on either side
Give me one last kiss while we're far too young to die.
panic! at the disco - northern downpour
If all our life is but a dream,
fantastic posing greed.
Then we should feed our
jewellery to the sea.
For diamonds do appear to be.
Just like broken glass to me.
Then she said she cant believe.
Genius only comes along in storms
of fabled foreign tongues.
Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs.
Northern Downpour sends its love.
Hey moon, please forget to fall down.
Hey moon, don?t you go down.
Sugarcane in the easy morning.
Weathervanes my one and lonely.
The ink is running toward the page,
it?s chasing off the days.
Look back at boat feet and that winding knee.
I missed your skin when you were east.
You clicked your heels and wished for me.
Through playful lips made of yarn that fragiled Capricorn
unravelled words like moths upon old scarves.
I know the world?s a broken bone,
but melt your headaches call it home.
You are at the top of my lungs.
Drawn to the ones who never yawn.
panic! at the disco - pumped up kicks
Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid
Yeah he found a six shooter gun
In his dad's closet hidden in a box of fun things
And I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, and he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
Then say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
panic! at the disco - the only difference between martyr...
panic! at the disco - ready to go (get me out of my mind)
Ah, ah, ah...
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh
You've got these little things
That you've been running from
You either love it or guess you don't
You're such a pretty thing
To be running from anyone
A vision with nowhere to go
So tell me right now
You think you're ready for it?
I wanna know
Why you got me going
So let's go, we'll take it outta here
I think I'm ready to leap, I'm ready to live
I'm ready to go-oh-oh
(Get me out of my mind)
(Get me out of my mind)
I'm ready to go-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh
You've got these little things
You wanted something for 'em
You'll either get it or guess you won't
What does it really mean to get nothing from anyone?
There's a million ways it could go
So tell me right now
You think you're ready for it?
I wanna know
Why you got me going
So let's go, we'll take it outta here
I think I'm ready to leap, I'm ready to live
I'm ready to go-oh-oh
(Get me out of my mind)
(Get me out of my mind)
I'm ready to go-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh
I think I'm ready, I think, I know I'm ready, I know
I think I'm ready, I think,
I know I'm ready, I know
I think I'm ready, I think, I know I'm ready, I know
I think I'm ready, I think, I know
I'm ready to go-oh-oh
(Get me out of my mind)
(Get me out of my mind)
I'm ready to go-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh
I'm ready to go-oh-oh
(Get me out of my mind)
(Get me out of my mind)
I'm ready to go-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh
I'm ready to go-oh-oh
(Get me out of my mind)
(Get me out of my mind)
I'm ready to go-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh
panic! at the disco - time to dance
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the intention.
Cause that's just ridiculous ly on.
Well, she sure is gonna get it!
Here's the setting
Fashion magazines lined the walls now
The walls line the bullet holes
Have some composure
where is your posture?
Oh, no, no!
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger
All wrong
[x2]
Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention
Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break!
When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding"
"Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding"
Well, she didn't choose this role
But she'll play it and make it sincere
so you cry, you cry
(Baby give me a break)
But they believe it from the tears
And the teeth right down to the blood
At her feet
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams
(Baby give me a break)
Have some composure
where is your posture?
Oh, no, no!
You're pulling the trigger
Pulling the trigger
All wrong
[x2]
Come on this screaming "Photo op." op...
Come on this screaming "Photo op." op...
Come on
Come on
This screaming
This screaming
This screaming "Photo op."
Boys will be boys,baby
Boys will be boys
Boys will be boys,baby
Boys will be boys
Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention
Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break!
When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding"
"Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding"
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and boys will be boys
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine dreams
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