Panic! At the Disco Lyrics

I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Album - A Fever You Can't Sweat Out - 2005

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 a waiter,

"And, yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore."

I 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 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...

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

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 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 poise and rationality again.

I 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.