Panic At The Disco - Intermissions

(Ladies and gentlemen, due to circumstances beyond our control, we are unable to continue our broadcast of dance music. We shall continue now with our piano interlude.)

Panic At The Disco - The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage

Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time

Come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me

Good, good now we're making some progress

Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat

And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well

Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue?

Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen

Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention

I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen

Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention

I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

Applause, applause, no wait wait

Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make:

It seems the artists these days are not who you think

So we'll pick back up on that on another page

And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well

Don't you see, I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue

Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen

Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention

I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen

Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention

I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen

Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen

Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen

Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up

Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen

Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention

I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen

Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention

I aim to be your eyes

Panic At The Disco - London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines

Stop stalling, make a name for yourself.

Boy you better put that pen to paper, charm your way out.

If you talk you better walk you better back your shit up

With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun

Start talking "a sensationalist"

Oh he's slightly clever to just a certain extent

If you talk you better walk you better keep your mouth shut

With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun

(Panic!: meet the press)

It's time for us to take a chance

It's time for us to take a chance

(Panic!: meet the press)

It's time for us to take a chance

It's time for us...

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,

Make us it, make us hip, make us scene

Or shrug us off your shoulders

Don't approve a single word that we wrote

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,

Make us it, make us hip, make us scene

Or shrug us off your shoulders

Don't approve a single word that we wrote

I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs

Boy you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue

If you talk you better walk you better back your shit up

With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun

Start talking "a sensationalist"

Oh he's slightly clever to just a certain extent

Well keep quiet let us sing like the doves

Then decide if it's done with purpose or lack thereof.

Just for the record,

The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:

A. Indifference or

B. Disinterest in what the critics say

It's time for us to take a chance

It's time for us...

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,

Make us it, make us hip, make us scene

Or shrug us off your shoulders

Don't approve a single word that we wrote

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,

Make us it, make us hip, make us scene

Or shrug us off your shoulders

Don't approve a single word that we wrote

Just for the record,

The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:

A. Indifference or

B. Disinterest in what the critics say

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,

Make us it, make us hip, make us scene

Or shrug us off your shoulders

Don't approve a single word that we wrote

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzine,

Make us it, make us hip, make us scene

Or shrug us off your shoulders

Don't approve a single word that we wrote

Just for the record,

The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:

A. Indifference or

B. Disinterest in what the critics say

Panic At The Disco - Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks

Watch your mouth

Oh, oh, oh

Because your speech is slurred enough

That you just might swallow your tongue

I'm sure you'd want, want to give up the ghost

With just a little more poise than that

Or was it God who chokes

In these situations, running late?

No, no, he called in

Or was it God who chokes

In these situations, running late?

No, no, he called in

The hospice is

A relaxing weekend getaway

Where you're a cut above all the rest

Sick and sad patients

On first name basis with all the top physicians

Prescribed pills

To offset the shakes

To offset the pills

You know you should take

It a day at a time

That's when you stu-stu-stutter something profound

To the support on the line

And with the way you've been talking

Every word gets you a step closer to hell

That's when you stu-stu-stutter something profound

To the support on the line

And with the way you've been talking

Every word gets you a step closer to hell

Prescribed pills

To offset the shakes

To offset the pills

You know you should take

It a day at a time

Prescribed pills

To offset the shakes

To offset the pills

You know you should take

It a day at a time

I am

Alone in this bed, house, and head

And she never fixes this

But at least she...

I am

Alone, in this bedroom

She never fixes this

But at least she...

Prescribed pills

To offset the shakes

To offset the pills

You know you should take

It a day at a time

Prescribed pills

To offset the shakes

To offset the pills

You know you should take

It a day at a time

The hospice is

A relaxing weekend getaway

Where you're a cut above all the rest

Sick and sad patients

On first name basis with all the top physicians

Panic At The Disco - Camisado

The I.V. and your hospital bed

This was no accident

This was a therapeutic chain of events

This is the scent of dead 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 anesthetic 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 dead 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 anesthetic 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, relapse

Sit back, sit back, bababada

You can take the kid out of the fight

You're a regular decorated emergency

The bruises and contusions will remind me 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 me 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, relapse

Sit back, sit back, bababada

You can take the kid out of the fight

The I.V. and your hospital bed

This was no accident

This was a therapeutic chain of events

Panic At The Disco - Time To Dance

Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor

Just for the attention.

Cause that's just ridiculously on.

Well, she sure is gonna get it

Here's the setting

Fashion magazines line 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 a-a-attention

Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break!

When I say "Shotgun", you say "Wedding"

"Shotgun", "Wedding", "Shotgun", "Wedding"

She didn't choose this role

But she'll play it and make it sincere

So you cry, you cry

(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

(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 is screaming "Photo op." op...

Come on

Come on

This is screaming

This is screaming

This is 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 a-a-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

Panic At The Disco - Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off

Is it still me that makes you sweat?

Am I who you think about in bed?

When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?

Then think of what you did

And how I hope to God he was worth it.

When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck

Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me

Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of

Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?

No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,

Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,

Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus

In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?

(Let's pick up, pick up)

Oh now I do recall, we were just getting to the part

Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.

I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.

Now let's not get selfish

Did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,

Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,

Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

Dance to this beat

Dance to this beat

Dance to this beat

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck

Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me

Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of

Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?

No, no, no, you know it will always just be me

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,

Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,

Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls

Dance to this beat

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls

Dance to this beat

And hold a lover close

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster

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.
"And 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 god damn 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 the god damn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...oh.

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 saved
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne. ("yes")

I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing
the god damn 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 the god damn 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 the god damn 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 the god damn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.


Again...

Panic At The Disco - I Constantly Thank God For Esteban

Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction

Forgive our sins

Forged at the pulpit with forked tongues selling faux sermons.

'Cause I am a new wave gospel sharp, and you'll be thy witness

So gentlemen, if you're gonna preach, for God sakes preach with conviction!

Strike up the band!

Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning

Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it

No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.

Strike up the band!

Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning

Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it

No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.

Just stay where I can see you.

Douse the lights!

We sure are in for a show tonight

In this little number we're graced by two displays of character,

We've got: the gunslinger extraordinaire walking contradictions

And I for one can see no blood from the hearts and the wrists you allegedly slit

And I for one wont stand for this if this scene were a parish you'd all be condemned.

Strike up the band!

Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning

Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it

No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.

Strike up the band!

Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning

Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it

No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you, don't you move.

Just stay where I can see you

Douse the lights!

We sure are in for a show tonight

Just stay where I can see you

Douse the lights!

We sure are in for a show tonight

Stay where I can see you

Douse the lights!

Strike up the band!

Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning

Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it

No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.

Strike up the band!

Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning

Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it

No. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.

Don't you move

Don't you move

Strike up the band!

PANIC AT THE DISCO - Build God, Then We'll Talk

It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont 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 (lalalala) eyes.

Along with the people 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, wonderful caricature of intimacy.

Yeah (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. Well, only hours before,

after he had left, 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

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 best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and 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 best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and 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 best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains

And a few more of your least favorite things.

Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses

And the sleeping with the roaches and the taking best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains

And a few more of your least favorite things.