I WRITE SINS NOT TRAGEDIES
Panic! At The Disco
A Fever You Can't Sweat Out
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 the bridesmaid to the 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 the goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
with a sense of voice and rationality.
I'd chime 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...
Well in fact well 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 well I'll look at it this way,
I mean technically our marriage is dinked!
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 the goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
with a sense of voice and rationality.
I'd chime 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...
I'd chime 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 voice and rationality.
I'd chime 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...