Thursday, December 11, 2008

I Write Sins, Not Tragedies

Singer: Panic! at the Disco
Album: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out

Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in the 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 the bridesmaid to the waiter
and "Yes, but what a shame. What a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore,"

I chimed in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of
Closing the goddamn door?"
"No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality,"
I chimed in, "Haven't you people ever heard of
Closing the goddamn door?"
"No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of..."

Oh, well in fact, we all look at it this way
I mean technically our marriage is saved
So this calls for a toast so
Pour the champagne
Oh, well in fact, we all look at it this way
I mean technically our marriage is saved
So this calls for a toast so
Pour the champagne, pour the champagne

I chimed in with a, "Haven't you people ever heard of
Closing the goddamn door?"
"No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality,"
I chimed in, "Haven't you people ever heard of
Closing the goddamn door?"
"No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality,"
Again

I chimed in, "Haven't you people ever heard of
Closing the goddamn door?"
"No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality,"
I chimed in, "Haven't you people ever heard of
Closing the goddamn door?"
"No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality,"
Again

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