But It’s Better When We Do – Panic! At The Disco

To be forgetting you in a cabaret. Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen, May even ask my name. As she sheds her skin on stage, I’m seated and sweating

I Constantly Thank God For Esteban – Panic! At The Disco

Forgive our sins (and those who’ve sinned against us.) Forged at the pulpit with forked tongues, Selling faux sermons. Because I am a new wave gospel sharp, And you’ll

It’s Time To Dance – Panic! At The Disco

Just for the attention, Cause that’s just ridiculously on, But she sure is gonna get it, Here’s the setting, Fashion magazines line the walls now, The walls line the

I Write Sins Not Tragedies – Panic! At The Disco

As I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor, And I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words, What a beautiful wedding, What a beautiful wedding, Says

Tacks For Snacks (Demo Version) – Panic! At The Disco

Your speech is slurred enough That you might swallow your tongue You wanna give up the ghost with a little more poise than that Or was it God who

Build God, Then We’ll Talk – Panic! At The Disco

On the on the corner of 4th and Freemont Street. Appealing, only because they are just that un-appealing. Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering. The rooms have

Camisado – Panic! At The Disco

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

Lying is the Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Tak – Panic! At The Disco

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

Nails For Breakfast – Panic! At The Disco

is slurred enough that you just might swallow your tounge, im sure you want, want to give up the ghost with just a little more poise then that, or

London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines – Panic! At The Disco

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

Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks – Panic! At The Disco

That you just might swallow your tongue. I’m sure you’d want to give up the ghost With just a little more poise than that Or was it god who

There’s A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Ho – Panic! At The Disco

Canes and top hats with the doorman. And from that moment, You’ll be out of place and underdressed. I’m wrecking this evening already, And loving every minute of it.