Тексты песен «Panic! At The Disco»

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...

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...

Come save me from walking off a windowsill Or I'll sleep in the rain. Don't you remember when I was a bird And you were a map? And Now he drags down miles in America Briefcase in hand. The stove is creeping up his spine...

Приди и спаси меня от смертельного прыжка из окна Или я засну под дождем. Помнишь ли ты то время, когда я был невинным юнцом А ты была знаменитостью? Теперь этот юнец колесит по Америке С портфелем в руке. Обжигающая...

[Originally by Nelly Furtado] Everybody look at me, me I walk in the door you start screaming Come on everybody what chu here for? Move your body around like a nympho Everybody get your necks to crack around All you...

[Verse 1] He was the congregation's vagrant With an unrequited love When your passion's exaltation Then finding refuge is not enough She was the youngest of the family And the last to be let go When they decided they...

just a dime store poet, keeping pace, talking his face blue. two dollar store tramps, to get a glance, a new chance at you. walk passed the dance floor. it's always been a dear friend of mine. cut calls and concubines...

When the moon fell in love with the sun All was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night When the sun found the moon She was drinking tea in a garden Under the green umbrella trees In the middle of...

Climbing out back the door, didn't leave a mark No one knows it's you, Miss Jackson Found another victim But no one's gonna find Miss Jackson (Jackson, Jackson) You put a sour little flavor in my...

[Intro: LOLO] Climbing out the back door, didn't leave a mark No one knows it's you, Miss Jackson Found another victim But no one's going to find Miss Jackson [Verse 1: Brendon Urie] You put a sour little flavor in my...

She paints her fingers with a close precision He starts to notice empty bottle of gin And takes a moment to asses the sins she's paid for A lonely speaker in a conversation Her words where swimming through his ears...

[Verse 1] Anthony works in the grocery store Savin' his pennies for someday Mama Leone left a note on the door She said "Sonny, move out to the country" Workin' too hard can give you A heart attack You oughta know by...

After disaster, where do we go Tearing our minds up and turning to stone Break through the water, born to be wild Run till your lungs burn and fill you with fire And theres something inside I have yet to discover I...

Curtain opens, spotlights the gentleman Signing his love letter best wishes Simpleton Dialog swam from his pen like pollywogs He knew better that perfume was gravity Pulling him closer to what could be tragedy Love is...

Watch your mouth because your speech is slurred enough That you just might swallow your tongue I'm sure you would want to give up the ghost With just a little more poise then that Or was it God who chokes in these...

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 then that Or was it God who chokes...

Watch your mouth because your speech is slurred enough That you just might swallow your tongue I'm sure you would want to give up the ghost With just a little more poise then that Or was it God who chokes in these...

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 then that Or was it God who chokes...

Here I am, Composing a burlesque, Out of where they rest their heads, Sulking in their splintered cradles. And ramshakled hands, They asked for it, As a boy, I eat my wishes on golden tooth picks and digested them with...

[Intro] Kids, you have to remember I’m up here conducting you for a reason, okay? Watch me, watch my fingers. Here we go, ready? Watch me Dès le premier jour, ton parfum enivra mon amour Et dans ces instants...