Panic! At The Disco — A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out
Год: 2005
Жанр: барокко-поп
Плейлист: https://ovk.to/playlist-9554_2603
Год: 2005
Жанр: барокко-поп
Плейлист: https://ovk.to/playlist-9554_2603
Sit tight, I'm going to 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, but 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, but 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, but 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, but 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, but 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, but desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes
La-la-la, da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da
La-la-la, da-da-da-da-da (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
La-la-la, da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da
La-la-la, da-da-da-da-da
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, but 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, but 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, but 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, but 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, but 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, but desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes
La-la-la, da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da
La-la-la, da-da-da-da-da (Uh-uh-uh-uh)
La-la-la, da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da
La-la-la, da-da-da-da-da
Well, she's not bleeding
On the ballroom floor just for the attention
'Cause that's just ridiculous...ly 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, and where is your posture? (Oh, no, no!)
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger (All wrong)
Have some composure, and where is your posture? (Oh, no, no!)
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger (All wrong)
Give me envy, give me malice, give me your 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, and where is your posture? (Oh, no, no!)
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger (All wrong)
Have some composure, and where is your posture? (Oh, no, no!)
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger (All wrong)
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 your 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
On the ballroom floor just for the attention
'Cause that's just ridiculous...ly 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, and where is your posture? (Oh, no, no!)
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger (All wrong)
Have some composure, and where is your posture? (Oh, no, no!)
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger (All wrong)
Give me envy, give me malice, give me your 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, and where is your posture? (Oh, no, no!)
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger (All wrong)
Have some composure, and where is your posture? (Oh, no, no!)
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger (All wrong)
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 your 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
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 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 poise and rationality
I 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—
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
I 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 poise and rationality
I 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
Poise and rationality
Again
I 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 poise and rationality
I 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
Poise and rationality
Again
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 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 poise and rationality
I 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—
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
I 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 poise and rationality
I 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
Poise and rationality
Again
I 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 poise and rationality
I 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
Poise and rationality
Again