FALL OUT BOY, פול אאוט בוי, ליריקה

I'm gonna make you bend and break.
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll,
In case god doesn't show.

Let the good times roll.
Let the good times roll.

And I want these word to make things right,
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life.
"Who does he think he is?"
If that's the worst you got,
Better put your fingers back to the keys.

One night and one more time.
Thanks for the memories,
Even though they weren't so great.
"He tastes like you only sweeter."

One night and one more time.
Thanks for the memories.
Thanks for the memories.
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter."

Ohhhhhh.

Been looking forward to the future,
But my eyesight is going bad.
And this crystal ball,
Is always cloudy,
Except for when you look into the past.
One night stand.
One night stand off.

One night and one more time.
Thanks for the memories,
Even though they weren't so great.
"He tastes like you only sweeter."

One night yeah and one more time.
Thanks for the memories.
Thanks for the memories.
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter."

Ohhhhhh.

They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers.
In hotel rooms,
Collecting page six lovers.
Get me out of my mind.
Get you out of those clothes.

I'm a liner away,
From getting you into the mood.

One night and one more time.
Thanks for the memories,
Even though they weren't so great.
"He tastes like you only sweeter."

One night and one more time.
Thanks for the memories.
Thanks for the memories.
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter."

Ohhhhhh.

One more night.
One more time.
Thanks for the memories,
Even though they weren't so great.
"He tastes like you only sweeter."

One night and one more time.
Thanks for the memories.
Thanks for the memories.
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter."

Ohhhhhh.

I am an arms dealer,
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words.
And don't really care which side wins,
As long as the room keeps singing.
That's just the business I'm in.

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.
I'm not a shoulder to cry on,
But, I digress.

I'm a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
Oh-so intricate.
I'm a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
Oh-so intricate, yeah.

I wrote the gospel on giving up,.
(You look pretty sinking,)
But the real bombshells have already sunk.
(Prima-donnas of the gutter.)
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep.
Crashing not like hips or cars,
No, more like parties.

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.
Bandwagon's full,
Please, catch another.

I'm a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
Oh-so intricate.
I'm a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
Oh-so intricate.

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh.

All the boys who the dance floor didn't love,
And the girls who's lips couldn't move fast enough;
Sing, until your lungs give out.

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.
(Now you.)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.
(Wear out the groove.)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.
(Sing out loud.)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.
(Oh, oh.)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race.

I'm a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
Oh-so intricate.
I'm a leading man,
And the lies I weave are oh-so intricate.
Oh-so intricate

Am I more than you bargained for yet
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that's just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it

Is this more than you bargained for yet
Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet
Wishing to be the friction in your jeans
Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him
I'm just a notch in your bedpost
But you're just a line in a song
(Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)

Drop a heart, break a name
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it

Down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down (down, down)
Down, down (down, down)
We're going down, down (down, down)
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it

We're going down, down in an earlier round
And Sugar, we're going down swinging
I'll be your number one with a bullet
A loaded god complex, cock it and pull it

She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out, "A joke of a romantic," stuck to my tongue
Weighted down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "It can't get much worse" vs. "No one should ever feel like..."

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

We're going into D-Minor

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance
This is the way they'd love if they
knew how misery loved me

You always fold just before you're found out.
Drink up it's last call, last resort, but only the first mistake

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
you've been saving for his mattress, love

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance
This is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loved me

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
you've been saving for his mattress
I only want sympathy in the form of you
crawling into bed with me

Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance

You are a getaway car, a rush of blood to the head
But me, I'm just the covers on top of your bed
You steer away in a rear view mirror,
you make my head swim
I keep you warm and won't ask you where you've been

With your backless black dress soaked to the skin
When it's said and done they're all scrambling
And we're friends, yeah we're friends
Just because we move units

Strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames
We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame
At least everyone is trying, everyone is shining
Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame
Such a shame

The sounds of this small town make my ears hurt
(make my ears hurt)
Oh yeah, you caught me. But I caught you one worse
They say, "You want a war? You've got a war."
But who are you fighting for?
The tides out, the ship's run aground
We drown traitors in shallow water

With your backless black dress soaked to the skin
When it's said and done they're all scrambling
And we're friends, yeah we're friends
Just because we move units

Strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames
We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame
At least everyone is trying, everyone is shining
Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame
Such a shame

Everyone is trying, everyone is shining
Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame
Such a shame

Strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames
We only do it for the scars and stories, not the fame
At least everyone is trying, everyone is shining
Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame
Such a shame

I found the cure to growing older,
And you're the only place that feels like home.
Just so you know, you'll never know.
And some secrets weren't meant to be told,
But I found the cure to growing older.

I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends.
And I am sorry my conscience called in sick again.
And I've got arrogance down to to a science.
And I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends.

Douse youself in cheap perfume it's,
So fitting, so fitting of the way you are.
You can't cover it up. (Can't cover it up.)
So douse youself in cheap perfume it's,
So fitting, so fitting of the way you are.
You can't cover it up. (Can't cover it up.)

Find a safe place, brace yourself, bite your lips.
I'm sending your fingernails and empty bottles you've sipped,
Back to your family 'cause I know you will be missed.
So you can find a safe place, brace yourself.

They call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone,
But for what we've become, we just feel more alone.
Always weigh what I've lost against what I left.
So progress report: I am missing you to death.

Douse youself in cheap perfume it's,
So fitting, so fitting of the way you are.
You can't cover it up. (Can't cover it up.)
So douse youself in cheap perfume it's,
So fitting, so fitting of the way you are.
You can't cover it up. (Can't cover it up.)

Someone old.
No one new.
Feeling borrowed.
Always blue.

Someone old.
No one new.
Feeling borrowed.
Always blue.

Someone old.
No one new.
Feeling borrowed.
Always blue.

Someone old.
No one new.
Feeling borrowed.
Always blue.

I found the cure to growing older.
I found the cure to growing older.

Douse youself in cheap perfume it's,
So fitting, so fitting of the way you are.
You can't cover it up. (Can't cover it up.)
So douse youself in cheap perfume it's,
So fitting, so fitting of the way you are.
You can't cover it up. (Can't cover it up.)

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
You were the last good thing about this part of town.

When I wake up,
I'm willing to take my chances on the hope I forget that you hate
Him more than you notice I wrote this for you.
You need him. I could be him...
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
You were the last good thing about this part of town.

Someday I'll appreciate in value, get off my ass and call you...
But for the meantime I'll sport my brand new fashion of waking up
With pants on at 4:00 in the afternoon.

You need him. I could be him...
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
You were the last good thing about this part of town.
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
You were the last good thing about this part of town.
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
You were the last good thing about this part of town.

Baby, seasons change but people don't.
And I'm always there waiting in the back room.
I'm boring but over compsenate with,
Headlines and flash flash flash photography.

But don't pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend.
Don't pretend.

(We don't fight fair.)
We don't fight fair.

They say your head can be a prison.
Then these are just conjugal visits.
People will dissect us till,
This doesn't mean a thing anymore.

Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.

Wouldn't you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines. O-o-o-o-o.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don't pretend.
Don't pretend.

We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places. (Woah.)
We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places.
We don't fight fair.
(We don't fight fair.)
We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.
We don't fight fair.

We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places. (Woah.)
We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places.
We don't fight fair.
With smiles on our faces.
We're dropped and well concealed in secret places.
We don't fight fair
(Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.)
We don't fight fair.
(Don't pretend you ever forgot about me.)
We don't fight fair