That summer we took trees across the park But by fall we were a cover story now in stores Make us poster boys in the scene For we are not making our accepting speech I have found the safest place to keep all of our mistakes Every dot coms refreshing for a journal update So long live the car-crash heart Lie on the couch till the poets come to life Fix me in 45 So long live the car-crash heart Lie on the couch till the poets come to life Fix me in 45 I can take your problems away A mile away Oh, my head, it smashes the cover boy That i am. Only thing i've ever done that is good And it's free and my password in the after life I was the one Was the one who made all our hearts beat all in time So long live the car-crash heart Lie on the couch till the poets come to life Fix me in 45 So long live the car-crash heart Lie on the couch till the poets come to life Fix me in 45 Long live the car-crash heart So long live the car-crash heart Lie on the couch till the poets come to life Fix me in 45
Fall Out Boy - Infinity on High Album Lyrics
Fall Out Boy - Infinity on High Lyrics
- Thriller
- The Take Over The Breaks Over
- This Aint A Scene Its An Arms Race
- I'm Like a Lawyer with the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You)
- Hum Hallelujah
- Golden
- Thnks Fr Th Mmrs
- Dont You Know Who I Think I Am?
- The (After) Life of the Party
- The Carpal Tunnel Of Love
- Bang The Doldrums
- Fame < Infamy
- Youre Crashing But Youre No Wave
- Ive Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers
Thriller
Writer: Andrew John Hurley, Joseph Mark Trohman, Patrick Martin Stump, Peter Lewis Wentz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Take Over The Breaks Over
Baby, seasons change but people don't. And I (oh) will be waiting in the back room. I'm falling for old conference people. Headlines and flash flash flash photography. Don't pretend you ever forgot about me. Don't pretend you ever forgot about me. Would you rather be a widow or a divorcee? Snap your way from fashion magazines. Widow or divorcee? Don't pretend it. Don't pretend. We don't fight fair. Say, your head can be your prison. Then these are just conjugal visits. People will dissect us still. This doesn't mean a thing anymore. Don't pretend you ever forgot about me. Don't pretend you ever forgot about me. Would you rather be a widow or a divorcee? Snap your way from fashion magazines. Widow or divorcee? Don't pretend it. Don't pretend. We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces. Words softly we'll conceal in secret places (woah). We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces. Words softly we'll conceal in secret places. We don't fight fair. We don't fight fair. We don't fight fair. We don't fight fair. We don't fight fair. We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces. Words softly we'll conceal in secret places (woah). We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces. Words softly we'll conceal in secret places. We don't fight fair. With smiles on our faces. Words softly we'll conceal in secret places. Don't pretend you ever forgot about me. Don't pretend you ever forgot about me. We don't fight fair.
Writer: Andrew John Hurley, Joseph Mark Trohman, Patrick Martin Stump, Peter Lewis Wentz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
This Aint A Scene Its An Arms Race
Yo soy un distribuidor de los brazos que lo alimenta con las armas en el formulario de palabras Y (realmente no cuide, deseo is habría) Con tal de que el cuarto siga cantando eso es simplemente el testigo la media de i Este ai no una escena su una dios maldición brazos raza Este ai no una escena su una dios maldición brazos raza Este ai no una escena su una dios maldición brazos raza Yo no soy un hombro para llorar adelante pero is divagan Yo soy el hombre principal Y las mentiras el tejido de i es oh tan intrincado, oh tan intrincado Yo soy el hombre principal Y las mentiras el tejido de i es oh tan intrincado, oh tan intrincado Yo escribí el evangelio en rendirse (mire el hundimiento bonito) Pero las bombas reales ya se cantan (era los diamantes del canal) Estaba pintando su oro de la basura mientras usted duerme Chocando fuera como las caderas de automóviles más como las fiestas Este ai no una escena su una dios maldición brazos raza Este ai no una escena su una dios maldición brazos raza Este ai no una escena su una dios maldición brazos raza Este camino abierto por favor es casa a las hojas coja otro Yo soy el hombre principal Y las mentiras el tejido de i es oh tan intrincado, oh tan intrincado Yo soy el hombre principal Y las mentiras el tejido de i es oh tan intrincado, oh tan intrincado Todos los muchachos en el suelo del baile que se pone bajo, y todos las muchachas cuyos labios no podrían mover bastante rápidamente, cante hasta que sus pulmones repartan Este aint una escena su una dios maldición brazos raza Este aint una escena su una dios maldición brazos raza Este aint una escena su una dios maldición brazos raza Este aint una escena su una dios maldición brazos raza Este aint una escena su una dios maldición brazos raza Este aint una escena su una dios maldición brazos raza Yo soy el hombre principal Y las mentiras el tejido de i es oh tan intrincado, oh tan intrincado Yo soy el hombre principal Y las mentiras el tejido de i es oh tan intrincado, oh tan intrincado
Writer: Andrew John Hurley, Joseph Mark Trohman, Patrick Martin Stump, Peter Lewis Wentz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I'm Like a Lawyer with the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You)
Last year's wishes are this year's apologies
Every last time I come home
I take my last chance
To burn a bridge or two
I only keep myself this sick in the head
'Cause I know how the words get you (off)
We're the new face of failure
Prettier and younger, but not any better off
Bulletproof loneliness at best, at best
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Collect the bad habits that you couldn't bear to keep
Out of the woods, but I love
A tree I used to lay beneath
Kid's teeth stained red
From a sour bottle, baby girl
With eyes the size of baby worlds
We're the new face of failure
Prettier and younger, but not any better off
Bulletproof loneliness at best, at best
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
The best way to make it through
With hearts and wrists in tact
Is to realize two out of three ain't bad, ain't bad
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon (Honeymoon)
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you (Honeymoon)
Every last time I come home
I take my last chance
To burn a bridge or two
I only keep myself this sick in the head
'Cause I know how the words get you (off)
We're the new face of failure
Prettier and younger, but not any better off
Bulletproof loneliness at best, at best
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Collect the bad habits that you couldn't bear to keep
Out of the woods, but I love
A tree I used to lay beneath
Kid's teeth stained red
From a sour bottle, baby girl
With eyes the size of baby worlds
We're the new face of failure
Prettier and younger, but not any better off
Bulletproof loneliness at best, at best
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
The best way to make it through
With hearts and wrists in tact
Is to realize two out of three ain't bad, ain't bad
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon (Honeymoon)
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you
If I woke up next to you
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon
If I woke up next to you (Honeymoon)
Writer: Andrew John Hurley, Joseph Mark Trohman, Patrick Martin Stump, Peter Lewis Wentz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Hum Hallelujah
It's all a game of this or that, now versus then
better off against worse for wear
And you're someone who knows someone who knows someone I once knew
And I just want to be a part of this
The road outside my house is paved with good intentions
Hired a construction crew, 'cause it's hell on the engine
You are the dreamer and we are the dream.
I could write it better than you ever felt it.
So hum hallelujah,
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light.
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
I sing the blues and swallow them too
My words are my faith to hell with our good name.
A remix of your guts-your insides X-rayed
And one day we'll get nostalgic for disaster
we're a bull, your ears are just a china shop
I love you in the same way, there's a chapel in a hospital
One foot in your bedroom and one foot out the door
Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills.
I could write it better than you ever felt it.
So hum hallelujah,
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light.
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
I sing the blues and swallow them too
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu...
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu...
(Hum hallelujah (Hum hallelujah), hum hallelujah (Hum hallelujah))
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
I sing the blues and swallow them too
So hum hallelujah,
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light.
A teenage vow in a parking lot (Hum hallelujah)
"Till tonight do us part"
Love in a parking lot (Hum hallelujah)
"Till tonight do us part"
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
I sing the blues and swallow them too
better off against worse for wear
And you're someone who knows someone who knows someone I once knew
And I just want to be a part of this
The road outside my house is paved with good intentions
Hired a construction crew, 'cause it's hell on the engine
You are the dreamer and we are the dream.
I could write it better than you ever felt it.
So hum hallelujah,
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light.
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
I sing the blues and swallow them too
My words are my faith to hell with our good name.
A remix of your guts-your insides X-rayed
And one day we'll get nostalgic for disaster
we're a bull, your ears are just a china shop
I love you in the same way, there's a chapel in a hospital
One foot in your bedroom and one foot out the door
Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills.
I could write it better than you ever felt it.
So hum hallelujah,
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light.
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
I sing the blues and swallow them too
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu...
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu...
(Hum hallelujah (Hum hallelujah), hum hallelujah (Hum hallelujah))
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
I sing the blues and swallow them too
So hum hallelujah,
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light.
A teenage vow in a parking lot (Hum hallelujah)
"Till tonight do us part"
Love in a parking lot (Hum hallelujah)
"Till tonight do us part"
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
I sing the blues and swallow them too
Writer: Andrew John Hurley, Joseph Mark Trohman, Leonard Cohen, Patrick Martin Stump, Peter Lewis Wentz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Golden
How cruel is the golden rule?
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
Though I carried karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)
Though I carried karats for everyone to see (everyone to see)
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
And pray they don't grow up to be...
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
Though I carried karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (too heavy for me)
Though I carried karats for everyone to see (everyone to see)
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
And pray they don't grow up to be...
Writer: Andrew John Hurley, Joseph Mark Trohman, Patrick Martin Stump, Peter Lewis Wentz, Wesley Eisold
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Thnks Fr Th Mmrs
I'm gonna make it bend and break (it sent you to me without wings)
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show (let the good times roll, let the good times roll)
And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
"Who does he think he is?"
If that's the worst you've got
Better put your fingers back to the keys
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you, only sweeter"
One night, yeah and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you, only sweeter," oh oh oh oh oh
Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for (except for)
When you look into the past (look into the past)
One night stand (one night)
(One night stand off)
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you, only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you, only sweeter," oh oh oh oh oh
They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers
In hotel rooms, collecting page six lovers
Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you, only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time (oh, oh)
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you, only sweeter," oh oh oh oh oh
One night and one more time (one night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you, only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time (one night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you, only sweeter," oh oh oh oh oh
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show (let the good times roll, let the good times roll)
And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
"Who does he think he is?"
If that's the worst you've got
Better put your fingers back to the keys
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you, only sweeter"
One night, yeah and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you, only sweeter," oh oh oh oh oh
Been looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for (except for)
When you look into the past (look into the past)
One night stand (one night)
(One night stand off)
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you, only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you, only sweeter," oh oh oh oh oh
They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers
In hotel rooms, collecting page six lovers
Get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you, only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time (oh, oh)
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you, only sweeter," oh oh oh oh oh
One night and one more time (one night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you, only sweeter"
One night, yeah, and one more time (one night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you, only sweeter," oh oh oh oh oh
Writer: Andrew John Hurley, Joseph Mark Trohman, Patrick Martin Stump, Peter Lewis Wentz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Dont You Know Who I Think I Am?
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
A penny for your thoughts but a dollar for your insides
Or a fortune for your disaster
I'm just a painter and I'm drawing a blank
We only want to sing you to sleep
In your bedroom speakers, whoa
We need umbrellas on the inside
Get me just right
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
Oh oh oh oh
I could learn to pity fools as I'm the worst of all
And I can't stop feeling sorry for myself
Whoa
We only want to sing you to sleep
In your bedroom speakers, whoa
We need umbrellas on the inside
Get us right
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
We only want to sing you to sleep
(In your bedroom speakers, whoa whoa)
We only want to sing you to sleep
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank, and we walk the plank
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
Broken down on memory lane
Alone together, we're alone (Woah)
We're broken down on memory lane
Alone together, we're alone
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
A penny for your thoughts but a dollar for your insides
Or a fortune for your disaster
I'm just a painter and I'm drawing a blank
We only want to sing you to sleep
In your bedroom speakers, whoa
We need umbrellas on the inside
Get me just right
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
Oh oh oh oh
I could learn to pity fools as I'm the worst of all
And I can't stop feeling sorry for myself
Whoa
We only want to sing you to sleep
In your bedroom speakers, whoa
We need umbrellas on the inside
Get us right
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
We only want to sing you to sleep
(In your bedroom speakers, whoa whoa)
We only want to sing you to sleep
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank on a sinking ship
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
They say quitters never win
But we walk the plank, and we walk the plank
There's a world outside of my front door
That gets off on being down
Broken down on memory lane
Alone together, we're alone (Woah)
We're broken down on memory lane
Alone together, we're alone
Oh oh oh oh
Writer: Andrew John Hurley, Joseph Mark Trohman, Patrick Martin Stump, Peter Lewis Wentz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The (After) Life of the Party
I'm a stitch away from making it
And a scar away from falling apart, apart
Blood cells pixelate and the eyes dilate
And the full moon pills, got me out on the street at night
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Oh, put love on hold, Young Hollywood
'Cause on the other line
A nose runs ruby red, death's seen a double bed
Singing songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
I'm a stitch away from making it
And a scar away from falling apart, apart
The blood cells pixelate, and the eyes dilate
Kiss away all these thrills and kills on the mouths of all my friends
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
(Watch you work the room)
(I'm a stitch away)
And a scar away from falling apart, apart
Blood cells pixelate and the eyes dilate
And the full moon pills, got me out on the street at night
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Oh, put love on hold, Young Hollywood
'Cause on the other line
A nose runs ruby red, death's seen a double bed
Singing songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
I'm a stitch away from making it
And a scar away from falling apart, apart
The blood cells pixelate, and the eyes dilate
Kiss away all these thrills and kills on the mouths of all my friends
Cut it loose
Watch you work the room
Loose
Watch you work the room
Cut it loose
(Watch you work the room)
(I'm a stitch away)
Writer: Andrew John Hurley, Joseph Mark Trohman, Patrick Martin Stump, Peter Lewis Wentz
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Carpal Tunnel Of Love
We take sour sips from life's lush lips
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships
Stomp out this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say, "I know
you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding."
And we might've started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones at a glass moon*
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh
We keep the beat with your blistered feet
And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend and dreaming
Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity
Got postcards from my former selves saying: "How've you been?"
We might've said goodbyes just a little soon
(Stomp out this disaster town)
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, ohh"¦
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
[* Note: this line provided as it is in cd cover, though it also sounds
similar to "We're throwing stones IN a glass ROOM"]
And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships
Stomp out this disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say, "I know
you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding."
And we might've started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones at a glass moon*
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh
We keep the beat with your blistered feet
And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend and dreaming
Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity
Got postcards from my former selves saying: "How've you been?"
We might've said goodbyes just a little soon
(Stomp out this disaster town)
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, ohh"¦
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
[* Note: this line provided as it is in cd cover, though it also sounds
similar to "We're throwing stones IN a glass ROOM"]
Writer: Andrew John Hurley, Joseph Mark Trohman, Patrick Martin Stump, Peter Lewis Wentz, Wesley Eisold
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Bang The Doldrums
I wrote a goodbye note
In lipstick on your arm
When you passed out
I couldn't bring myself to call
Except to call it quits
Best friends
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
And not the other way around
Racing through the city
Windows down
In the back of
Yellow-checkered cars
This city says
Come hell or high water
When I'm feeling hot and wet
I can't commit to a thing
Be it heart or hospital
Best friends
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
And not the other way around
Racing through the city
Windows down
In the back of
Yellow-checkered cars
The tombstones are waiting
They were half engraved
They knew it was over
Just didn't know the date
And I cast a spell over the West
To make you think of me
The same way I think of you
This is a love song in my own way
Happily ever after below the waist
Best friends
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
Racing through the city
Windows down
In the back of
Yellow-checkered cars
Best friends
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
And not the other way around
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
In lipstick on your arm
When you passed out
I couldn't bring myself to call
Except to call it quits
Best friends
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
And not the other way around
Racing through the city
Windows down
In the back of
Yellow-checkered cars
This city says
Come hell or high water
When I'm feeling hot and wet
I can't commit to a thing
Be it heart or hospital
Best friends
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
And not the other way around
Racing through the city
Windows down
In the back of
Yellow-checkered cars
The tombstones are waiting
They were half engraved
They knew it was over
Just didn't know the date
And I cast a spell over the West
To make you think of me
The same way I think of you
This is a love song in my own way
Happily ever after below the waist
Best friends
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
Racing through the city
Windows down
In the back of
Yellow-checkered cars
Best friends
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
And not the other way around
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
Writer: Andrew John Hurley, Joseph Mark Trohman, Patrick Martin Stump, Peter Lewis Wentz, Wesley Eisold
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Fame < Infamy
I'm a preacher sweating in the pews
For the salvation I'm bringing you
I'm a salesman, I'm selling you hooks and plans
And myself making demands
When I'm home alone I just dance by myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen"
The kid was alright but it went to his head
I am God's gift but why would he bless me with
Such wit without a conscience equipped
I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, woah
"There's too much green to feel blue"
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen"
The kid was alright but it went to his head
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen"
I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen
I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright but it went to his head
For the salvation I'm bringing you
I'm a salesman, I'm selling you hooks and plans
And myself making demands
When I'm home alone I just dance by myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen"
The kid was alright but it went to his head
I am God's gift but why would he bless me with
Such wit without a conscience equipped
I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, woah
"There's too much green to feel blue"
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen"
The kid was alright but it went to his head
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen"
I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen
I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright but it went to his head
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Youre Crashing But Youre No Wave
(Guest vocals by Butch Walker)
The D.A. is dressed to the nines
In the mirror he practices all his lines
To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
The headline reads "the man hangs", but the jury doesn't
And everyone's looking for relief
United States versus disbelief
Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle
Clear your throat and face the world
The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls
Only breathing with the aid of denial.
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)
He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked
On one to six the gallery is hushed
Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know
Hang on a rope or bated breath
Whichever you prefer
And everyone's looking for relief
A bidding war for an old flame's grief
The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse
Not a word that could make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The press prays for whichever headline's worse
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)
Fresh pressed suit and tie
Unimpressed birds sing and die
Can talk my way out of anything
The foreman reads the verdict
"In the above entitled actions we find the defendant..."
Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic?
[x2]
(Whoaaa-ooo)
The D.A. is dressed to the nines
In the mirror he practices all his lines
To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
The headline reads "the man hangs", but the jury doesn't
And everyone's looking for relief
United States versus disbelief
Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle
Clear your throat and face the world
The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls
Only breathing with the aid of denial.
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)
He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked
On one to six the gallery is hushed
Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know
Hang on a rope or bated breath
Whichever you prefer
And everyone's looking for relief
A bidding war for an old flame's grief
The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse
Not a word that could make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The press prays for whichever headline's worse
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)
Fresh pressed suit and tie
Unimpressed birds sing and die
Can talk my way out of anything
The foreman reads the verdict
"In the above entitled actions we find the defendant..."
Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...Guilty...
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his headache head
Isn't it tragic?
[x2]
(Whoaaa-ooo)
Writer: ANDREW HURLEY, ANDREW JOHN HURLEY, JOSEPH TROHMAN, JOSEPH MARK TROHMAN, PATRICK STUMP, PATRICK MARTIN STUMP, PETER WENTZ, PETER LEWIS WENTZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ive Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers
You're a canary
I'm a coal mine
'Cause sorrow is just all the rage
Take one for the team
You all know what I mean
And I'm so sorry
But not really
Tell the boys where to find my body
New York eyes
Chicago thighs
Pushed up the window to kiss you off
The truth hurts worse than anything
I could bring myself to do to you
The truth hurts worse than anything
I could bring myself to do to you
Do you remember the way I held your hand
Under the lamp post and ran home this way?
So many times I can close my eyes
The truth hurts worse than anything
I could bring myself to do to you
The truth hurts worse than anything
I could bring myself to do to you
(The truth hurts worse than anything)
(I could bring myself to do)
The truth hurts worse than anything
I could bring myself to do to you
The truth
The truth
I'm a coal mine
'Cause sorrow is just all the rage
Take one for the team
You all know what I mean
And I'm so sorry
But not really
Tell the boys where to find my body
New York eyes
Chicago thighs
Pushed up the window to kiss you off
The truth hurts worse than anything
I could bring myself to do to you
The truth hurts worse than anything
I could bring myself to do to you
Do you remember the way I held your hand
Under the lamp post and ran home this way?
So many times I can close my eyes
The truth hurts worse than anything
I could bring myself to do to you
The truth hurts worse than anything
I could bring myself to do to you
(The truth hurts worse than anything)
(I could bring myself to do)
The truth hurts worse than anything
I could bring myself to do to you
The truth
The truth
Writer: ANDREW HURLEY, ANDREW JOHN HURLEY, JOSEPH TROHMAN, JOSEPH MARK TROHMAN, PATRICK STUMP, PATRICK MARTIN STUMP, PETER WENTZ, PETER LEWIS WENTZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Infinity on High is the third studio album by American rock band Fall Out Boy, released on February 6, 2007, by Island Records. Recorded from July to October 2006 at Pass Studios in Los Angeles, California, its music was composed by lead singer and guitarist Patrick Stump and the lyrics were penned by bassist Pete Wentz. The album features collaborations with new producers and guest artists, such as Babyface and Jay-Z, and sees the band experimenting with genres including R&B, soul, and flamenco. Fall Out Boy also utilized instruments such as horns, violins, and pianos, which had not been used on previous releases.
As reported by Billboard, the band "[drifted] further from its pop punk roots to write increasingly accessible pop tunes", a slight departure from the group's previous sound. Critics felt that its lyrics served as a response to the band's rise to fame. Fall Out Boy embarked on several tours to promote the album, including the Friends or Enemies Tour, the Honda Civic Tour, and the Young Wild Things Tour.
Infinity on High debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200, selling over 260,000 copies in its first week of sales and becoming the band's first number-one album. It also reached number one in New Zealand and peaked within the top-five of countries including Canada, the United Kingdom, and Australia. Five songs were released as singles, four of which charted on the US Billboard Hot 100; the second single, "This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race", peaked at number two.
The album received generally positive reviews from critics, with many praising Stump's vocals and the band's new musical direction, and has sold over two million copies worldwide and over 1.4 million in the United States alone.
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Fall Out BoyAs reported by Billboard, the band "[drifted] further from its pop punk roots to write increasingly accessible pop tunes", a slight departure from the group's previous sound. Critics felt that its lyrics served as a response to the band's rise to fame. Fall Out Boy embarked on several tours to promote the album, including the Friends or Enemies Tour, the Honda Civic Tour, and the Young Wild Things Tour.
Infinity on High debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200, selling over 260,000 copies in its first week of sales and becoming the band's first number-one album. It also reached number one in New Zealand and peaked within the top-five of countries including Canada, the United Kingdom, and Australia. Five songs were released as singles, four of which charted on the US Billboard Hot 100; the second single, "This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race", peaked at number two.
The album received generally positive reviews from critics, with many praising Stump's vocals and the band's new musical direction, and has sold over two million copies worldwide and over 1.4 million in the United States alone.
Genre(s): Pop-punk, pop rock, emo, alternative rock
Length: 47:49
Released: February 6th, 2007
Year: 2007