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American Boy

Austin, We Have A Problem

Basket Case

Beat It

Dance, Dance (Demo)

Don’t Matter

G.I.N.A.S.F.S. / «Infinity On High» B-Side

Hand Of God

I Write Sins Not Tragedies

It’s Hard to Say ‘I Do’, When I Don’t / «Infinity On High» B-Side

Let’s Get It On

Love Lockdown

Pavlove/ «Folie a Deux» B-Side

Roxanne / from «Policia: A Tribute To The Police» Comp.

Save Your Generation

Snitches And Talkers Get Stitches And Walkers / from «Sugar, We’re Goin Down» Single

So Sick

Star 67/Intro

Start Today / from «Tony Hawk’s American Wasteland» Compilation

This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race (Remix)

Turnpike Gates

We Don’t Take Hits, We Write Them

What’s This? / from «The Nightmare Before Christmas» Soundtrack

Yule Shoot Your Eye Out / from «A Santa Cause: It’s A Punk Rock Christmas» Compilation

American Boy

[Originally by Estelle]

Just another one champion sound
We about to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
We just sold out all the floor seats

Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I’d love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You’ll be my American Boy.

Austin, We Have A Problem

We’re pretty boys
For secret girls
Who never stood a ch-ch-ch-ch-chance in the world
I’m not ready for sincerity
I’d tell any lie to keep you listen-listen-listen-listening

I gave you pretentious.
I gave you indifference, but you only wanted undressed and defenseless.
With all your cheap words about hearts and accidents
Who are you kidding? (Who are you kidding?)
So listen-listen-listen

Sincerity’s in
So don’t you sound like you mean it
Hold back your breath
In a year no one will even care.

If it’s in
So don’t you sound like you mean it
Hold back your breath
In a year

Everyone loves an underdog
That’s why you’re singing along.

With all your cheap words
Who are you kidding?

We’re pretty boys
For secret girls
Who are you kidding?

Sincerity’s in
So don’t you sound like you mean it
Hold back your breath
In a year no one will even care.

If it’s in
So don’t you sound like you mean it
Hold back your breath
In a year

(Hey! Everyone loves an underdog)
(Hey! Everyone loves an underdog)

When the hook sets in
And this all ends.
I’ll wish it never began,
Oh I will die without the attention.

When the hook sets in
And when this all ends.
I will wish it never began,
Oh I will die without the attention.
Oh I will die without the attention.

Sincerity’s in
So don’t you sound like you mean it
Hold back your breath
In a year no one will even care.

If it’s in
So don’t you sound like you mean it
Hold back your breath
In a year

Basket Case

[Originally by Green Day]

Do you have the time
to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once?
I am one of those melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone no doubt about it

[Chorus:]
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m cracking up!
Am I just paranoid
I’m just stoned!

I went to a shrink to analyze my dreams
She said it’s lack of sex that’s bringing me down
I went to a whore
He said my life’s a bore
So quit whining cuz it’s bringing her down

[Chorus]

Gasping to control
So I better hold on

[Chorus]

Beat It

[Originally by Michael Jackson]

They told him don’t you ever come around here
Don’t wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire’s in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can
Don’t wanna see no blood, don’t be no macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Show em how funky strong is your fight
It doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it

They’re out to get you, better leave while you can
Don’t wanna be a boy, you wanna be man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it

You got to show them that you’re really not scared
You’re playin’ with your life, this ain’t no truth or dare
They’ll kick you, then they’ll beat you,
Then they’ll tell you it’s fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Show em how funky strong is your fight
It doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right

Just beat it (beat it)
Just beat it (beat it)
Just beat it (beat it)
Just beat it (beat it)

Beat it [x5]
Beat it [x5]
Beat it [x6]
Beat it [x6]

Beat it (Beat it)
Beat it

No one wants to be defeated
Show em how funky strong is your fight
It doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right

Just beat it (beat it), beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Show em how funky strong is your fight
It doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right
Just beat it

No one wants to be defeated
Show em how funky strong is your fight
It doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right
Just beat it [x8]

Beat it [x8]

Dance, Dance (Demo)

She says she’s no good with words but I’m worse
Barely stuttered out
«A joke of a romantic» or stuck to my tongue
Weighed 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 will own your thoughts
We’ll own the song stuck in your head
We’ll leave you kicking and screaming
So you can thank us in the end

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

(I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me)

You always fold just before you’re found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I…

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

Don’t Matter

[Originally by Akon]
[Performed by Patrick Stump]

Nobody wanna see us together
But it don’t matter, no
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don’t matter, no
‘Cause we gonna fight
Yes we gon’ fight
Believe we gon’ fight
Fight for our right to love, yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don’t matter, no

Nobody wanna see us together
Nobody thought we’d last forever
I’m all rollin’ that body
Got every man in here wishin’
Sippin’ on coke and rum
I’m like so what I’m drunk
It’s the freakin’ weekend, baby
I’m about to have me some fun
And all the crystal poppin in the stretch Navigator
We got food everywhere
As if the party was catered
I got fellas on my left
Honeys on my right
Put the two together, we be bumpin’ all night
And after the show it’s the…
And after the party it’s the…
And ’round about four you gotta…
And take it to ya room and … somebody, singin’

Nobody wants to see us together
But it don’t matter, no
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don’t matter, no
‘Cause I got you, babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don’t matter, no
‘Cause I got you, babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don’t matter, no
Babe
I got you, babe

G.I.N.A.S.F.S. / «Infinity On High» B-Side

I’ve loved everything about you that hurts,
So let me see your moves,
Let me see your moves,
Lips pressed close to mine
True Blue, but the prince of any failing empire knows that
Everybody wants
Everybody wants to drive on through the night,
If it’s the drive back home

Things aren’t the same anymore,
Some nights it gets so bad that I almost pick up the phone
Trade Baby Blues, for Wide-Eyed Browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
I know it’s strange
It’s a strange way of saying that I know I’m supposed to love you
I’m supposed to love you

I’ve already given up on myself twice
{But the} third time is the charm,
Third time is the charm
Threw caution to the wind,
But I’ve got a lousy arm,
And I’ve traced your shadows on the wall
Now I kiss them whenever I’m down,
Whenever I’m down
{Just kind of} figured on
Not figuring myself out

I was born under a bad sign,
But you saved my life
That night on the roof of your hotel
«Cross my heart and hope to die,
Splinter from the headboard in my eye»
Photo-proofed kisses I remember so well

Trade Baby Blues, for Wide-Eyed Browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this house in your shoes
I know it’s strange
It’s a strange way of saying that I know I’m supposed to love you
I’m supposed to love you

[Note: the lyrics between {} are in the album sleeve but not sung]

Hand Of God

Been gone more days this year than I have been home
Trading friends for trips to the coast
This hotel room feels more like a tomb

It’s not gossip if it’s the truth
I’m sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to

So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who’s in them?
Who’s the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?

Hand over my heart, gun to my head
I swear to God I’m through with this
I am the worst liar I know

It’s not gossip if it’s the truth
I’m sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to

So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who’s in them?
Who’s the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who’s in them?
Who’s the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?

(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it?

Who’s the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who’s in them?
Who’s the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?

(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)
(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)

I Write Sins Not Tragedies

[Originally by Panic At The Disco]

Oh,
Well imagine,
As I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor,
And I can’t help but to hear,
No, I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words:

«What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding,» says a bridesmaid to the waiter,
«And, yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom’s bride is a whore.»

I’d chime in with a,
«Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the Goddamn door?!»
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.
I’d chime in,
«Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the Goddamn door?!»
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of…

Oh, Well in fact,
Well I’ll look at this way,
I mean technically our marriage is saved,
Well this calls for,
A toast so,
Pour the champagne.

Oh! Well in fact,
Well I’ll look at it this way,
I mean technically our marriage is saved,
Well this calls for a toast,
So pour the champagne, pour the champagne!

I’d chime in,
«Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the Goddamn door?!»
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality.
I’d chime in,
«Haven’t you people ever heard of closing the Goddamn door?!»
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of
Poise and Rationality! Again…

It’s Hard to Say ‘I Do’, When I Don’t / «Infinity On High» B-Side

I speak fast and I’m not gonna repeat myself, no
So listen carefully to every word I say:
«I’m the only one who’s gonna get away with making excuses today,

You’re appealing to emotions that I simply do not have»
Blackmailed myself
(Cause I ain’t got) Cause I ain’t got anyone else
«This is a stick up
Give us all your inspiration»
I’ve got the red carpet blues baby

«So put your hands in the air and don’t make a sound
But don’t get the wrong idea
We’re gonna shoot you
We’re gonna shoot you
And there’s nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet
That could change just how this goes
No
We’re gonna shoot you
We’re gonna shoot you»

When I said that I’d return to you I meant more like a relapse
Now and again I think «His and her’s» «For better or worse»
But the only ring I want buried with me are the ones around my eyes

«You’re appealing to emotions that I simply do not have»
I’ve got the red carpet blues baby

«So put your hands in the air and don’t make a sound
But don’t get the wrong idea
We’re gonna shoot you
We’re gonna shoot you
And there’s nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet
That could change just how this goes»
And everyone shakes to the beat with a barrel down their throat
[x2]

But don’t get the wrong idea
We’re gonna shoot you
We’re gonna shoot you

Let’s Get It One

[Originally by Marvin Gaye]
[Performed by Patrick Stump]

I’ve been really tryin’, baby
Tryin’ to hold back this feeling for so long
And if you feel like I feel, baby
Then, c’mon, oh, c’mon
Let’s get it on
Ah, baby, let’s get it on
Let’s love, baby
Let’s get it on, sugar
Let’s get it on
We’re all sensitive people
With so much to give
Understand me, sugar
Since we’ve to be here
Let’s live
I love you
There’s nothing wrong with me
Loving you, baby no no
And giving yourself to me can never be wrong
If the love is true
Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be
I’m asking you baby to get it on with me
I ain’t gonna worry
I ain’t gonna push, won’t push you baby
So c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby
Stop beatin’ ’round the bush
Let’s get it on
Let’s get it on
You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
C’mon, baby
Let your love come out
If you believe in love
Let’s get it on
Let’s get it on, baby
This minute, oh yeah
Let’s get it on
Please, let’s get it on
C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby
Stop beatin’ ’round the bush
Oh, gonna get it on
Threaten’ you, baby
I wanna get it on
You don’t have to worry that it’s wrong
If the spirit moves ya
Let me groove ya good
Let your come down
Oh, get it on
C’mon, baby
Do you know the meaning?
I’ve been sanctified
Girl, you give me good feeling

Love Lockdowne

[Originally by Kanye West]
[Performed by Patrick Stump]

I’m not loving you, the way I wanted to
What I had to do, had to run from you
I’m in love with you, but the vibe is wrong
And that haunted me, all the way home
So you never know, never never know
Never know enough, til its over love
Til we lose control, system overload
Screaming no no no, no no
I’m not loving you, the way I wanted to
See I wanna move, can’t escape from you
So I keep it low, keep a secret code
So everybody else don’t have to know

So keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down
Keeping ya love locked down, ya love locked down
Keeping ya love locked down, ya love locked down
You keep ya love locked down, you lose

I’m not loving you, the way I wanted to
I cant keep my cool, instead keep it true
I got something to lose, so I gotta move
I cant keep myself, and still keep you too
So I keep in mind, when I’m on my own
Somewhere far from home, In the danger zone
How many times did it take until I finally got through
you lose, you lose
I’m not loving you, the way I wanted to
See I had to go, see I had to move
No more wasting time, we cant wait for life
which is wasting time, wheres the finish line

So keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down
Keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down
Keeping ya love locked down, ya love locked down
Keeping ya love locked down, you lose

I’m not loving you, the way I wanted to
I met no one new, I got no one new
No I said I’m through, but got love for you
But i’m not loving you, the way I wanted to
Gotta keep it going, keep the loving going
Keep it on a roll, only god knows
If I’ll be with you, baby I’m confused
You choose, you choose
I ain’t loving you, the way I wanted to
Way I got to go, I don’t need you
I been down this road, too many times before
I ain’t loving you, the way I wanted to

You keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down
Keeping ya love locked down, ya love locked down
Keeping ya love locked down, ya love locked down
Keeping ya love locked down, you lose
Keeping ya love locked down, ya love locked down
Keeping ya love locked down, ya love locked down
Keeping ya love locked down, ya love locked down
Keeping ya love locked down, you lose,
you lose, you lose, you lose, you lose
You lose
You lose

Pavlove/ «Folie a Deux» B-Side

Oh, oh, oh-oh [x4]

Something make my chest stir
Something make my head blur
(oh, oh)
I’m not ready for a handshake with death, no
(oh, oh)
I’m just such a happy mess, whoa

The drums are four on the floor
She’s back to the bedroom for one more

I’m the invisible man
Who can’t stop staring at the mirror, at the mirror

I want to make you as lonely as me
So you can get, get addicted to this,
You can get, get addicted to this now

Oh, oh, oh-oh [x4]

It’s three drinks too late to talk to anyone but myself
(oh, oh)
It’s a three-and-two pitch to walk to anywhere—else, no

The drums are four on the floor
She’s back to the bathroom/bedroom for one more

I’m the invisible man
Who can’t stop staring at the mirror, at the mirror

I want to make you as lonely as me
So you can get, get addicted to this,
You can get, get addicted to this now

Oh, oh, oh-oh [x4]

I’m the invisible man
Who can’t stop staring at the mirror, at the mirror

I want to make you as lonely as me
So you can get, get addicted to this
You can get, get addicted to this now

I’m the invisible man (I’m the invisible man)
I’m the invisible man (I’m the invisible man)
I want to make you as lonely as me,
Cause I’m the invisible man

I’m the invisible man

Roxanne / from «Policia: A Tribute To The Police» Comp.

[Originally by The Police]

Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don’t have to sell your body to the night

Roxanne
You don’t have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You don’t care if it’s wrong or if it’s right

Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light

(Roxanne) Put on the red light
(Roxanne) Put on the red light
(Roxanne) Put on the red light
(Roxanne) Put on the red light
(Roxanne) Put on the red light
(Roxanne) Put on the red light

I loved you since I knew you
I wouldn’t talk down to you
I have you to tell just how I feel
I won’t share you with another boy

I know my mind is made up (oh)
So put away your make up
Told you once I won’t tell you again
It’s a bad way

Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You don’t have to put on the red light

(Roxanne) You don’t have to put on the red light
(Roxanne) You don’t have to put on the red light
(Roxanne) You don’t have to put on the red light
(Roxanne) Put on the red light
(Roxanne) You don’t have to put on the red light
(Roxanne)
Put on the red light
Put on the red light
You don’t have to put on the red light
Put on the red light
Put on the red light
Put on the red light
Put on the red light

(Roxanne)
Put on the red light
You don’t have to put on the red light
You don’t have to put on the red light
Put on the red light
You don’t have to put on the red light
Put on the red light
(Roxanne)
Put on the red light
(Roxanne)
You don’t have to put on the red light
(Roxanne)
Put on the red light
(Roxanne)
Put on the red light
Put on the red light
Put on the red light

Save Your Generation

[Originally by Jawbreaker]

I have a present,
It is a present,
You’ll have to learn to find it within you,
If you could learn,
To love it you just might like it,
You cant live without it,
There’s a million open windows,
Passing these opened windows,
Passing these opened windows,

Whaoh, Whaoh, Whaoh [x2]

There is plenty,
To criticize,
It gets so easy to narrow these eyes,
But these eyes will stay wide,
I will stay young,
Young and dumb inside,
I had just begun,
To forget my lines,
You’re not punk and I’m telling everyone

[Chorus]
You could save yourself,
you could save us all,
Go on living, prove us wrong,
Your leap of faith,
Could be a well – timed smile,
Survival never goes out of style

I have a message: save your generation,
We’re killing each other by sleeping in,
Finnegan, begin again,
This one can be won,
One can become two,
Two can pick and choose,
You could be the first

[Chorus]
You could save yourself,
you could save us all,
Go on living, prove us wrong,
Your leap of faith,
Could be a well – timed smile,
Survival never goes out of style

You have to learn to learn from your mistakes,
You can afford to lose a little face,
The things you break,
Some can’t be replaced,
A simple rule: every day be sure you wake,

[Chorus]
You could save yourself,
you could save us all,
Go on living, prove us wrong,
Your leap of faith,
Could be a well – timed smile,
Survival never goes out of…
Survival never goes out of…
Survival never goes out of style.

Snitches And Talkers Get Stitches And Walkers / from «Sugar, We’re Goin Down» Single

Show me, show me, show me a starry-eyed kid
I, I, I will break his jaw
I won’t, I won’t, I won’t let him get his hopes up
No-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
And I will save him from himself
Here’s a picture with a note
«No, don’t turn out like me»
It’s only for your own good
No-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

And haven’t you heard
The word on the street is
«I lost it, called it quits»
Get out into the sun,
Out from behind the gossip
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

This story’s getting old
The home wrecker with the heart of gold
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind
Keep, k-keep talking
Keep this alive
This story’s getting old
The home wrecker with the heart of gold
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind now-ow, ow-ow, ow-ow

Hey, hey [x3]

Even when there’s
N-n-n-n-nothing worth living for
You’re still, you’re still, still worth lying for
N-no one has to know-ow, ow-ow, ow-ow
And haven’t you heard
The word on the street is
«I lost it, called it quits»
Get out into the sun
Out from behind the gossip
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

This story’s getting old
The home wrecker with the heart of gold
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind
Keep, k-keep talking
Keep this alive
This story’s getting old (This story’s getting old)
The home wrecker with the heart of gold
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind now-ow, ow-ow, ow-ow

Stop!

So Sick

[Originally by Ne-Yo]
[Performed by Patrick Stump]

Gotta change that answering machine
Now that I’m alone
‘Cause right now it says that we
Can’t come to the phone
And I know it makes no sense
‘Cause you walked out the door
But it’s the only way I hear your voice anymore
It’s ridiculous
It’s been months
And for some reason I just
Can’t get over us
And I’m stronger then this
Ain’t no faith in her
Always walkin’ ’round
With my head down
I’m so over being blue
Cryin over you

And I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?

Gotta fix that calender I have
That’s marked July 15th
Because since there’s no more you
There’s no more anniversary
I’m so fed up with my thoughts of you
And your memory
And how every song reminds me
Of what used to be

That’s the reason I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so tired and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?

Leave me alone
Stupid love songs
Don’t make me think about her smile
Or having my first child
Let it go
I’m turning off the radio

‘Cause I’m so sick of love songs
So sick of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sick and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?

Yes, I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I’m so done with love songs so sad and slow
And why can’t I turn off the radio?

Why can’t I turn off the radio?

Why?

Star 67/Intro

Well maybe we could talk this over
But I swear to God
And I’ll have this phone to my head

Fall asleep
Phone in hand
God bless god bless star 67
Fall asleep
Phone in hand
God bless god bless star 67
Fall asleep
Phone in hand
God bless god bless star 67
Fall asleep
Phone in hand
God bless god bless star 67
Fall asleep
Phone in hand
God bless god bless star 67
Fall asleep
Phone in hand
God bless god bless star 67

Start Today / from «Tony Hawk’s American Wasteland» Compilation

[Originally by Gorilla Biscuits]

Yesterday you were on my back just to get my time.
I guess it’s not as precious as it seems.
Because I found the time for hanging out and talking on the phone.
What should I expect, now that my time is free
And you’re nowhere to be found.

Next time I’ll try,
For the first time in my life.
It won’t pass me by.
Procrastinate it can wait, I put it off.
Let’s start today.
Let’s start today.

My room’s a mess and I can’t get dressed.
I gotta be out by eight o’clock.
Deep inside I know the answer (I know the answer)
Well there’s no time like the present
And I’d like to hang out but who doesn’t.
I’ve made enough mistakes for this lifetime.
Now I’m here to make amends.

Next time I’ll try,
For the first time in my life.
It won’t pass me by.
Procrastinate it can wait, I put it off.

(Start!)

Next time I’ll try,
For the first time in my life.
It won’t pass me by.
Procrastinate it can wait, I put it off.

(Start!)

This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race (Remix)

I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And don’t really care, which side wins
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

[Kanye West]
Now, I don’t know what the hell this song is talking ‘bout
Do you?
She said yeah, I’ve been spending all day trying to figure that out
You too?
The arms race made them raise they arms
And race straight to the top, who knew?
Right now, they got the number one spot
Do you want that (want that) me too
One thing I gotta call out boy,
Take a look at Fall Out Boy
Since they ain’t Black
When they get money they don’t ball out boy
They just buy tight jeans till they nuts hang all out boy
They figure they dress tight
So we gon dress tighter
He dress white, so we gon dress whiter
So in spite of anything you might of
Seen or heard, this scene occurred
Word

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…
Whoa…

[Patrick Stump]
All the boys who the dance floor didn’t love
And all the girls whose lips couldn’t move fast enough
Sing until your lungs give out

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

Turnpike Gates

[Originally by Lifetime]

We would drag ourselves to bed.
And sleep took everything I had.
I kept it up till he would call.
You made me feel like a criminal.
And then there’s you,
you kept a smile though I would always walk the wire.

You gave it all.
I gave you reason to have doubt.
I had to get out of there.
I took the stairs.
I don’t wanna fight with you if I can’t be the one to have you.
You sat that chair like a queen in the kitchen.
I memorized the lines your eyes made at every squint you shot my way.

But you’re miserable and I’m useless,
always making up excuses.
I made you cry too many times.
So I’m hanging up that line.
I’m throwing rocks at your floor.
I’m knocking down your front door.
I’m desperate tonight and I just wanna fight.
It’s my confusion that lets me act so cold.
So now I’ll go, go, go.
And you wanna be just left alone.
Put down that phone, cause if you want me just call out «hey boy».

We Don’t Take Hits, We Write Them

And you lock the house to keep your secret from coming out
I wont, No. I’m sorry because you’re old news

And my life is holding our heads to this gun
You and your new boy think you can come in and keep me off, but you’re wrong

I find myself on the street out in front of your house, you can kiss safe thoughts goodbye.
I’m coming up to break your heart.
You’re sleeping with the light on like you’re dying to be found out.

And you lock the house to keep your secret from coming out
I wont, No. I’m sorry because you’re old news

And my life is holding our heads to this gun
You and your new boy think you can come in and keep me off, but you’re wrong

(And you lock the house)
And you lock the house
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh
And you lock the house
And you lock the house
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,oh

What’s This? / from «The Nightmare Before Christmas» Soundtrack

What’s this? What’s this?
There’s color everywhere
What’s this?
There’s white things in the air
What’s this?
I can’t believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn’t fair
What’s this?

What’s this? What’s this?
There’s something very wrong
What’s this?
There’s people singing songs

What’s this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What’s this?

There’s children throwing snowballs
instead of throwing heads
They’re busy building toys
And absolutely no one’s dead

There’s frost on every window
Oh, I can’t believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That’s coming from inside

Oh, look
What’s this?
They’re hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They’re gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What’s this?

What’s this?
In here they’ve got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?

They’re covering it with tiny little things
They’ve got electric lights on strings
And there’s a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I’m wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What’s this?

Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there’s nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure them in their dreamland…

What’s this?

The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can’t be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around

Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
are absolutely everywhere

The sights, the sounds
They’re everywhere and all around
I’ve never felt this good before
This empty place inside of me has been filling up
I simply cannot get enough

I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I’ve got to know
I’ve got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?

Yule Shoot Your Eye Out / from «A Santa Cause: It’s A Punk Rock Christmas» Compilationm

These are your good years
Don’t take my advice
You never wanted the nice boys anyway
And I’m of good cheer
‘Cause I’ve been checking my list
The gifts you’re receiving from me
Will be

One awkward silence
And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
And all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to me
Before you bury yourself alive

Don’t come home for Christmas
You’re the last thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree
Merry Christmas, I could care less

Happy New Years, baby
You owe me
The best gift I will ever ask for
Don’t call me up, when the snow comes down
Its the only thing I want this year

One awkward silence
And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
And all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to me
Before you bury yourself alive

Don’t come home for Christmas
You’re the last thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree
Merry Christmas, I could care less

Don’t come home for Christmas
You’re the last thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree (Don’t come home for Christmas)
Merry Christmas, I could care less

[Patrick, in a lisp:]
Sweet! They’ve recorded a Christmas song!
They must’ve spent a lot of money on this…
But this one time, this one Christmas I got this-
[beeps Deck the Halls]

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