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Artista: Panic! At The Disco
Álbum: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out
Año: 2005
Canción: Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks |
Watch your mouth
Oh, oh, oh
Because your speech is slurred enough
That you just might swallow your tongue
I'm sure you'd want, want to give up the ghost
With just a little more poise than that
Or was it God who chokes
In these situations, running late?
No, no, he called in
Or was it God who chokes
In these situations, running late?
No, no, he called in
The hospice is
A relaxing weekend getaway
Where you're a cut above all the rest
Sick and sad patients
On first name basis with all the top physicians
Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time
That's when you stu-stu-stutter something profound
To the support on the line
And with the way you've been talking
Every word that you said closer to hell
That's when you stu-stu-stutter something profound
To the support on the line
And with the way you've been talking
Every word that you said closer to hell
Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time
Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time
I am
Alone in this bed, house, and head
And she never fixes this
But at least she...
I am
Alone, in this bedroom
She never fixes this
But at least she...
Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time
Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a time
The hospice is
A relaxing weekend getaway
Where you're a cut above all the rest
Sick and sad patients
On first name basis with all the top physicians |
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