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London Beckoned Song

Maret 19, 2007 1 komentar

Stop stalling. Make a name for yourself.
Boy, you better put that pen to paper and charm your way out.
If you talk it better walk it, better back your shit up
with more than good hooks. While your under the gun.
Start talking. “A sensationalist”
Oh, he’s slightly clever to just a certain extent.
If you talk it, better walk it, better keep your mouth shut
with more than good hooks. While your under the gun.

(Panic at the disco: meet the press)
It’s time for us to take a chance.
It’s time for us to take a chance.
[Repeat x2]

Well, we’re just a wet dream for the webzines,
make us it, make us hip, make us scene.
Or, shrug us off your shoulders.
Don’t approve a single word we wrote.
[Repeat x2]

I’m burning, and I’m blacking my lungs.
Boy, you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue.
If you talk it better walk it, better back your shit up
with more than good hooks. While your under the gun.
Start talking. “A sensationalist”
Oh, he’s slightly clever to just a certain extent.
Keep quiet! Let us sing like the doves,
then decide if it’s done with purpose or lack thereof.

Oh, and just for the record,
the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. Indifference and (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 webzines,
make us it, make us hip, make us scene.
Or, shrug us off your shoulders.
Don’t approve a single word we wrote.
[Repeat x2]

Just for the record,
the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. Indifference and (or)
B. Disinterest in what the critics say.

Well, we’re just a wet dream for the webzines,
make us it, make us hip, make us scene.
Or, shrug us off your shoulders.
Don’t approve a single word we wrote.
[Repeat x2]

Time To Dance

Maret 19, 2007 4 komentar

Well she’s not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention.
Cause that’s just ridiculously.. ulous.
But she sure is gonna get it.

Here’s the setting,
Fashion magazines line the walls now.
The walls line the bullet holes.
Make sure, Make sure you let her have it.
You sure, you sure,

[Chorus:]
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 mallice.
Give me your attention.
Give me envy.
Give me mallice.
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)

[Chorus x2]

Come on this is screaming photo op, op.
(It’s time to dance)
Come on this is screaming photo op, op.
(It’s time to dance)
Come on, come on.
This is screaming,
This is screaming,
This is screaming photo op!
(It’s time to dance)

Have some composure,
Where is your posture?
(Make sure, Make sure let her have it)
You’re pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger,
(Make sure, you make sure.)

Give me envy,
Give me mallice,
Give me attention,
Give me envy,
Give me mallice,
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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