Panic! At the Disco Lyrics

Mercenary

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 past the dance floor

That's always been a dear friend of mine

Cuckolds and concubines

Dancing in four, four time

"Hey, mister," the bellman says. "I can only recall and spend some time," I said"

So he replies, "Then how do you manage?"

I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage

In love, I've always been a mercenary, but I never leave my post when the cash runs out

I want to make you quiver

Make your backbone shiver

Hey kid, take the stage and deliver

"Hey, mister," the bellman says. "I can only recall and spend some time," I said.

So he replies, "Then how do you manage?"

I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage

"How does it feel to stand on the very stones that ran with your parent's blood?

Do you feel sad? Full of rage? Or does that outfit help you bury your feelings?

Hiding your true self?

You're truly an extraordinary specimen; I look forward to breaking you"

I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage

"Hey, mister," the bellman says. "I can only recall and spend some time," I said.

So he replies, "Then how do you manage?"

I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage

"Hey, mister," the bellman says. "I can only recall and spend some time," I said.

So he replies, "Then how do you manage?"

I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage