
Estoy incondicionalmente e irrevocablemente enamorada de él. . .
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
Song: The only difference between martyrdom and suicide
is press coverage
We skipped class that day
I guess our heads needed a break
But our bodies stayed busy
I know that you still miss me
I give and you take it
Two summers spent wasted
Should we give up or save it
Will this make sense at all
After the fall
After the fall
Did you have to turn your back
If it ever didn’t last two years and six months
Have you even look back once
Your body felt like summer
But we spent the fall apart
And we’ll know by December the cold could remember
I give and you take it
Two summers spent wasted
Should we give up or save it
Will this make sense at all
After the fall
I give and you take it
Two summers spent wasted
Should we give up or save it
Will this make sense at all
After the fall
(After the fall)
I miss you (I miss you)
Is it still okay to say it
I miss you (I miss you)
I know that it’s too late but
They all stay in to hide the seasons
Feel the same for different reasons
We’re lost and broke but I prefer it
What used to be is so discouraged
I give and you take it
Two summers spent wasted
Should we give up or save it
Will this make sense at all
After the fall
I give and you take it
Two summers spent wasted
Should we give up or save it
Will this make sense at all
After the fall (After the fall)
Metro Station
song: After the fall
Stop stalling, make a name for yourself.
Boy you better put that pen to paper and 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
( meet the press)
It´s time for us to take a chance
It´s time for us to take a chance
( 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
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
Song:Camisado
Another cigarette
and i'm so bored
your words aren't making
sense
i was taken
but you were waiting
one more drink
and i'm convinced
not one more sound
let your hair down
take the low road
no one will know
whoa, i feel just like we're taking control
of the night
whoa, i feel just like we're losing control
but if you let go then i'll let go tonight
another minute lived
if you take me
i'll take what you will give
i was late and
she kept waiting
but i hope she knows where i've been
not one more sound
let your hair down
take the low road
no one will know
whoa, i feel just like we're taking control
of the night
whoa, i feel just like we're losing control
but if you let go then i'll let go tonight
i'm coming down
bring me up
take it off
let's just touch
whoa, i feel just like we're taking control
of the night
whoa, i feel just like we're losing control
but if you let go then i'll let go tonight
Metro Station
Song:Control
You could've knocked me out with a feather
I know you've heard this all before but we're just hell's neighbors
Why why why won't the world revolve around me
Build my dreams please grow a all over the streets
But I don't know much about classic cars
but I got a lot of friends stuck on classic coke
Down, Set, Hut, Hut, Hut, Hike
Media Blitz
Let's hear it for America's Suitehearts
But I must confess I'm in love with my own sins
Let's hear it for America's Suitehearts
But I must confess I'm in love with my own sins
You can bow and pretend that you don't don't know you're a legend
Time time time hasn't told anyone else yet
Let my love loose again
...
Fall Out Boy
Song: America's Suitehearts
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 your 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?
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
. . .
Panic! At The Disco
Song: LYING IS THE MOST FUN A
GIRL CAN HAVE WITHOUT TAKING HER
CLOTHES OFF