Panic! At The Disco

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 ohhhh

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!

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.



Originally posted by Jose.A

I like this song , but my favorite song of panic! at the disco is build god, then we'll talk

Build god the we'll talk



buld 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 sleeping with the roaches and they taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things

Good job, Larisa. I like it a lot. And don't worry about repeating videos in a videography like these you are making. They are different threads.
By the way, if you wrote a little introduction about the band, this thread would be totally wonderful.

PATD



Nine in the afternoon



Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as lovers can, you know
Yeah, 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 ya know what I mean?

Back to the place where we used to stay
Man, it feels good to feel this way
And 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

PATD



Ready to Go



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 i 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 out of here.
I think I'm ready to leap.

I'm ready to live,
I'm ready to go-oh oh oh
(Get me out of my mind)
(Get me out of my mind)
I'm ready to go-oh-oh-oh
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
You wanted something for 'em.
You'll either get it or i 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 out of here.
I think I'm ready to leap, I'm ready to live

I'm ready to go-oh oh oh
(Get me out of my mind)
(Get me out of my mind)
I'm ready to go-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh

(Ooooh)
(Ooooh)

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

I'm ready to go-oh-oh-oh
(Get me out of my mind)
(Get me out of my mind)
I'm ready to go-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh

I'm ready to go-oh-oh-oh
(Get me out of my mind)
(Get me out of my mind)
(I think I'm ready, I think I know I'm ready, I know I think I'm ready...)

I'm ready to go-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh

I'm ready to go-oh-oh-oh
(Get me out of my mind)
(Get me out of my mind)

I'm ready to go
Oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-a-oh-oh

She tapes her fingers with a close position.
He start to notice empty bottles of gin.
And takes the money to accept the sins she's paid for.

A lonely speaker in a conversation.
Her world it's swinging to his ears again.
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for.

Say what you mean, tell me i'm right.
And let the sun lay down on me.
Give me a sign, i wanna believe.
Whoaaaaa Mona Lisa, you're guaranteed to run this town.
Whoaaaaa Mona Lisa, i'd paid to see you frown.

He sent to something calling desperation.
Another dollar, another day.
And if she had the proper words to say she would tell
him that she had nothing left to say him.

Say what you mean, tell me i'm right.
and let the sun lay down on me
Give me a sign, i wanna believe.
Whoaaaaa Mona Lisa, you're guaranteed to run this town.
Whoaaaaa Mona Lisa, i'd paid to see you frown.

Oh, no this oh yeahhh.
Say what you mean, tell me i'm right.
and let the sun lay down on me
Give me a sign, i wanna believe.
Whoaaaaa Mona Lisa, you're guaranteed to run this town.
Whoaaaaa Mona Lisa, i'd paid to see you frown. (come here!)

Say what you mean, tell me i'm right.
and let the sun lay down on me
Give me a sign, i wanna believe.

There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for.