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Panic! at the Disco - Pray For The Wicked Album Lyrics



Panic! at the Disco - Pray For The Wicked Lyrics






(F**k A) Silver Lining

To the old, and to the new
We dedicate this song to you

F*ck a silver lining
F*ck a silver lining
'Cause only gold is hot enough, hot enough
F*ck a silver lining
F*ck a silver lining
'Cause only gold is hot enough, hot enough
One more, one more

It's just cherries, cherries
Everything is cherries on top
No wings of wax or endless mountains
Tragedies with penniless fountains
It's just cherries, cherries
It's coming up cherries on top
Sunset shadows through the trophies
I guess it just ain't big enough
Say it one more, one more, one more

F*ck a silver lining
F*ck a silver lining
'Cause only gold is hot enough, hot enough
F*ck a silver lining
F*ck a silver lining
'Cause only gold is hot enough, hot enough

It's just cherries, cherries
Everything is cherries on top
It's just cherries, cherries
Everything is cherries on top
One more, one more

We've been falling, falling
It's like we fell to the top
I was born to cut a million
Cut my teeth and made a killing
Now I'm dodging, dodging
Everything you think that I'm not
Archetype of television
Was lost in thought but held my vision, hey

When you gonna say my name?
When you gonna say my name?
Quick charade, Beyonce, Lemonade
When you gonna say my name?
When you gonna say my name?
No delay, no halfway, let me hear you say
One more, one more, one more

Silver lining
F*ck a silver lining
'Cause only gold is hot enough, hot enough
F*ck a silver lining
F*ck a silver lining
'Cause only gold is hot enough, hot enough

It's just cherries, cherries
Everything is cherries on top
It's just cherries, cherries
Everything is cherries on top

Silver lining
F*ck a silver lining
'Cause only gold is hot enough, hot enough
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Writer: Brendon Boyd Urie, Jacob Scott Sinclair, Johnny Funches, Kenneth Scott Chesak, Marvin Junior, Morgan Grace Kibby
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Say Amen (Saturday Night)

Been traveling in packs that I can't carry anymore
Been waiting for somebody else to carry me
There's nothing else there for me at my door
All the people I know aren't who they used to be

And if I try to change my life one more day
There would be nobody else to save
And I can't change into a person I don't wanna be, so
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah

I pray for the wicked on the weekend
Mama, can I get another amen?
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent
Mama, can I get another amen?
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah

And every morning when I wake up
I wanna be who I couldn't say I'd ever been
But it's so much more than I ever was
If every night I go to sleep knowing
That I gave everything that I had to give
Then it's all I could've asked for
I've been standing up beside everything I've ever said, but
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah

I pray for the wicked on the weekend
Mama, can I get another amen?
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent
Mama, can I get another amen?
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah

If I had one more day to wish
If I had one more day
To be better than I could have ever been
If I had one more day to wish
If I had one more day
I could be better, but, baby
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah

I pray for the wicked on the weekend
Mama, can I get another amen?
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
Swear to God, I ain't ever gonna repent
Mama, can I get another amen?
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
It's Saturday, Saturday, Saturday
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
Swear to God, swear to God, swear to God
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh, it's Saturday night, yeah
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Writer: Andrew David Greene, Brendon Boyd Urie, Brian Profilio, Daniel Foder, Imad Roy El-Amine, Jacob Scott Sinclair, Jared M. Tankel, Lauren Pritchard, Michael Joseph Deller, Nathan Abshire, Samuel Hollander, Suzy Shinn, Thomas R Brenneck, Toby Wincorn, Tom B Peyton
Copyright: Lyrics © HIPGNOSIS SONGS GROUP, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Hey Look Ma I Made It

All my life, been hustling
And tonight is my appraisal
'Cause I'm a hooker sellin' songs
And my pimp's a record label
This world is full off demons
Stocks and bonds and bible traders
So I do the deed, get up and leave
A climber and a sadist, yeah

Are you ready for the sequel?
Ain't you ready for the latest?
In the garden of evil
I'm gonna be the greatest
In a golden cathedral
I'll be praying for the faithless
And if you lose, boo-hoo

Hey look ma, I made it
Hey look ma, I made it
Everything's comin' up aces, aces
If it's a dream, don't wake me, don't wake me
I said hey look ma, I made it

Friends are happy for me
Or they're honey-suckle phonies
Then they celebrate my medals
Or they wanna take my trophies
Some are loyal soldiers
While these other thorns are rosy
And if you never know who you can trust
Then trust me you'll be lonely, oh

Are you ready for the sequel?
Ain't you ready for the latest?
In the garden of evil
I'm gonna be the greatest
In a golden cathedral
I'll be praying for the faithless
And if you lose, boo-hoo

Hey look ma, I made it
Hey look ma, I made it
Everything's comin' up aces, aces
If it's a dream, don't wake me, don't wake me
I said hey look ma, I made it, I made it

I said hey look ma, I made it, I made it
I see it, I want it, I take it, take it
If it's a dream, don't wake me, don't wake me

I said hey look ma, I made it
(Mama best believe it, Mama best believe it) (Hey look ma, I made it)
(Think I must be dreamin', wide awake and dreamin') (Hey look ma, I made it)
(Mama best believe it, Mama best believe it) (Hey look ma, I made it)
(Think I must be dreamin')
Hey look ma, I made it
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Writer: Brendon Boyd Urie, Dillon Hart Francis, Jacob Scott Sinclair, Michael John Angelakos, Morgan Grace Kibby, Samuel Hollander
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group




High Hopes

Had to have high, high hopes for a living
Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing
Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision
Always had high, high hopes
Had to have high, high hopes for a living
Didn't know how but I always had a feeling
I was gonna be that one in a million
Always had high, high hopes

Mama said
Fulfill the prophecy
Be something greater
Go make a legacy
Manifest destiny
Back in the days
We wanted everything, wanted everything
Mama said
Burn your biographies
Rewrite your history
Light up your wildest dreams
Museum victories, everyday
We wanted everything, wanted everything

Mama said don't give up, it's a little complicated
All tied up, no more love and I'd hate to see you waiting

Had to have high, high hopes for a living
Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing
Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision
Always had high, high hopes
Had to have high, high hopes for a living
Didn't know how but I always had a feeling
I was gonna be that one in a million
Always had high, high hopes (high, high hopes)

Mama said
It's uphill for oddities
Stranger crusaders
Ain't ever wannabes
The weird and the novelties
Don't ever change
We wanted everything, wanted everything

Stay up on that rise
Stay up on that rise and never come down, oh
Stay up on that rise
Stay up on that rise and never come down

Mama said don't give up, it's a little complicated
All tied up, no more love and I'd hate to see you waiting
They say it's all been done but they haven't seen the best of me
So I got one more run and it's gonna be a sight to see

Had to have high, high hopes for a living
Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing
Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision
Always had high, high hopes

Had to have high, high hopes for a living
Didn't know how but I always had a feeling
I was gonna be that one in a million
Always had high, high hopes
Had to have high, high hopes for a living
Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing
Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision
Always had high, high hopes
Had to have high, high hopes for a living
Didn't know how but I always had a feeling
I was gonna be that one in a million
Always had high, high hopes (high, high hopes)
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Writer: Brendon Boyd Urie, Ilsey Anna Juber, Jake Sinclair, Jenny Owen Youngs, Jonas Jeberg, Lauren Pritchard, Samuel Hollander, Tayla Parx, William Ernest Lobban-Bean
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Roaring 20s

Broadway is black like a sinkhole
Everyone raced to the suburbs
And I'm on the rooftop with curious strangers
This is the oddest of summers
Maybe I'll medicate, maybe inebriate
Strange situations, I get anxious
Maybe I'll smile a bit, maybe the opposite
But pray that they don't call me thankless

My tell-tale heart's a hammer in my chest
Cut me a silk-tied tourniquet

This is my roaring, roaring 20's
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home
My roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I want, I wanna go home

Oscars and Emmy's and Grammy's
Everyone here is a trophy
And I'm sipping bourbon
The future's uncertain
The past on the pavement below me
Maybe I'll elevate, maybe I'm second rate
So unaware of my status
Maybe I'm overjoyed, maybe I'm paranoid
Designer me up in straight jackets

My tell-tale heart's a hammer in my chest
Cut me a silk-tied tourniquet

This is my roaring, roaring 20's
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home
My roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I want, I wanna go home

Hallucinations only mean that your brain is on fire
If it's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
I don't know if I will survive
Lighters up if you're feelin' me
Fade to black if you're not mine
'Cause I just need a sign, or a signal inside

This is my roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me a, roll me a blunt

This is my roaring, roaring 20s
I don't even know me
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I wanna go home
Roll me like a blunt 'cause I want, I wanna go home

I wanna go home
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Writer: BENJAMIN HILL FREEDLANDER, BRENDON BOYD URIE, GARY MICHAEL LINDSAY, JAKE SINCLAIR, JENNY YOUNGS, KENNETH AARON HARRIS, MAYNARD FERGUSON, SAM HOLLANDER, STEPH JONES, TOBIAS WINCORN
Copyright: Lyrics © Walt Disney Music Company, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group




Dancings Not A Crime

I'm a moon-walker
I'm like MJ up in the clouds
I know it sounds awkward
I'm filthy as charged, filthy as charged
You're a sweet talker
But darlin' whatcha gonna say now?
The midnight marauders
The higher never come down, never come down

You can't take me anywhere, anywhere
You can't take me anywhere, anywhere
I'm still uninvited, I'm still gonna light it
I'm going insane and I don't care

(Whatever they tell you...)

Dancing, dancing, dancing's not a crime
Unless you do it without me
Unless you do it without me
Dancing, dancing, dancing's not a crime
Unless you do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it without me
Without me

And if you're night crawlin' with him
I won't take it lying down
I've got a few lawyers
And you're guilty as charged, guilty as charged
We could be waltzin', yeah
But darlin' don't be throwing shade now
Don't call me Saint California if you're at another altar
Just gimme your vows, gimme your vows, yeah

You can't take me anywhere, anywhere
You can't take me anywhere, anywhere
I'm still uninvited, I'm still gonna light it
I'm going insane and I don't care

(Whatever they tell you...)

Dancing, dancing, dancing's not a crime
Unless you do it without me
Unless you do it without me
Dancing, dancing, dancing's not a crime
Unless you do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it without me
Without me

Ooo ooo ooo, what's come over you
Baby, just tell me now
Ooo ooo ooo, won't we make that move
'Cause I just wanna be
Your boyfriend/girlfriend, oh yeah
And I just wanna be
Your boyfriend/girlfriend, oh yeah, oh yeah

(Whatever they tell you...)

Dancing, dancing, dancing's not a crime
Unless you do it without me
Unless you do it without me
Dancing, dancing, dancing's not a crime
Unless you do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it without me
Without me
Do it, do it, do it without me
Without me
Without me
Without me...
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Writer: Ajay Bhattacharyya, Brendon Boyd Urie, Christopher B Allen, Jake Sinclair, John Hill, John William Peter Newman, Kenneth Aaron Harris, Samuel Hollander
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC




One Of The Drunks

Orange juice, pour out half the carton
Grey Goose, pour it, get it started
Good times, remedy your sorrows
Baptize, don't worry about tomorrow
Shake it up, shake it up, now it's time to dive in
Share a cup, share a cup, now you're screw-driving

Every weekend with your friends
Every weekday when it ends
Damn it's all good, I guess

This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks

Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the

Never dry
Every day you're thirsty, bourbon high
Sip up 'til you're tipsy, night's young
Searching for a feeling, big fun
Dancing with the demons, Holy Spirit, Holy Spirit
Grips you like a pistol, wet the whistle, wet the whistle
Abyss of ice crystals

Every weekend with your friends
Every weekday when it ends
Damn it's all good, I guess

This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks

Welcome to the club
Round and round and round
And round and round and round
Damn it's all good

Round and round and round
And round and round and round
Damn it's all good

I guess this is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks

Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks
Welcome to the club
Welcome to the club
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Writer: Alex Goodwin, Brendon Boyd Urie, Jacob Scott Sinclair, Kenneth Aaron Harris, Samuel Hollander, Sidney Swift
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC




The Overpass

Let me hear you say somethin'

Sorry to get sentimental tonight
(That perfume lingers in your hair)
It's just that everything reminds me of things
I thought I shouldn't have to see again
See, the thing is I'm so sorry to say
(You need me don't you?)
Someone still loves you
Someone still loves you

Meet me, meet me
At the overpass, at the overpass
Sketchy girls and lipstick boys
Troubled love and high speed noise
I know you wanna meet me, meet me
At the overpass, at the overpass
Sketchy girls and lipstick boys
Troubled love and high speed noise
I know you wanna
Let me hear you say somethin'

I have a shirt that keeps your smell
(That perfume lingers in your hair)
You keep one too in parallel
(You keep long black leather)
See the thing is I'm sorry to say
(You need me don't you?)
Someone still loves you
Someone still loves you

Tiny bottles of shit wine in a tin can that climbs
But I remember every time
Everything about you is perfect
(Down to your blood type)
But I remember every time

Meet me, meet me
At the overpass, at the overpass
Sketchy girls and lipstick boys
Troubled love and high speed noise
I know you wanna meet me, meet me
At the overpass, at the overpass
Sketchy girls and lipstick boys
Troubled love and high speed noise
I know you wanna
Let me hear you say somethin'
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Writer: Brendan Urie, Charles Bobbit, Fred Wesley, Jacob Scott Sinclair, James Brown, Kenneth Scott Chesak, Lynn Collins, Morgan Kibby, Suzy Shinn
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




King Of The Clouds

Heaven knows that I'm born too late
For these ghosts that I chase
With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain
Every day, I'm Carl Sagan in space
To escape this old world, this old world
Some days I lie wide awake 'til the Sun hits my face
And I fade, elevate from the Earth
Far away to a place where I'm free from the weight
This old world, this old world

I don't trust anything
Or anyone, below the Sun
I don't feel anything
At all

[Chorus]
I'm king of the clouds, of the clouds
I get lifted, I get lifted
King of the clouds, of the clouds
I get lifted, I get lifted

Some only live to die, I'm alive to fly higher
Than angels in outfields inside of my mind
I'm ascendin' these ladders, I'm climbin', say goodbye
This old world, this old world
And when I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes
In the backbone of matter, I'm combustible
Dust in the fire when I can't sleep, awake, I'm too tired
This old world, this old world

I don't trust anything
Or anyone, below the Sun
I don't feel anything
At all

I'm king of the clouds, of the clouds
I get lifted, I get lifted
King of the clouds, of the clouds
I get lifted, I get lifted
Imagination, take me somewhere I don't know
I'm lost but I better find it alone
King of the clouds, of the clouds
I get lifted, I get lifted

I keep searching
Oh, I keep searching
I keep searching

[Thanks to carmen_19712002 for adding these lyrics]
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Writer: Alexander Kresovich, Brendon Boyd Urie, Jacob Scott Sinclair, Samuel Hollander, Suzy Shinn
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC




Old Fashioned

Once upon a thrill, from a kiss to a swill
We were swallowin' the nights like we had nine lives
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so

We were borderline kids with a book of disorders
Medicatin' every day to keep the straightness in order
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone

It's the false side of hope where believers concede
And there's only memories when it's over

So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Remember your youth, in all that you do
The plank and the passion
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
Of your life

Once upon before, we were brilliant and bored
Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and then you pour
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone
Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone

It's the false side of hope where believers concede
And there's only memories when it's over

So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Remember your youth, in all that you do
The plank and the passion
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
Of your life

Get boozy, boozy, boozy (now it looks like a wasteland)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (not the way that we remember)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (one more sip for the past)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy (and always tip your bartenders)
Get boozy, boozy, boozy, get boozy, boozy, boozy
Get boozy, boozy, boozy. get boo-

So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned
Remember your youth, in all that you do
The plank and the passion
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
They were the best of times, they were the best of times
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Writer: Jacob Sinclair, Toby Wincorn, Brendon Urie, Samuel Hollander, Kenneth Harris
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group




Dying In LA

The moment you arrived they built you up
The sun was in your eyes
You couldn't believe it
Riches all around, you're walking
Stars are on the ground
You start to believe it

Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you
You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do

But nobody knows you now
When you're dying in LA
And nobody owes you now
When you're dying in LA
When you're dying in LA
When you're dying in LA
The power, the power, the power
Oh the power, the power, the power
Of LA

Nights at the chateau
Trapped in your sunset bungalow
You couldn't escape it, yeah
Drink of paradise
They told you "Put your blood on ice
You're not gonna make it"

Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you
You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do

But nobody knows you now
When you're dying in LA
And nobody owes you now
When you're dying in LA
When you're dying in LA
When you're dying in LA
The power, the power, the power
Oh the power, the power, the power
Of LA
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Writer: Brendon Boyd Urie, Jake Sinclair, Mike Viola, Morgan Grace Kibby
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group






Pray for the Wicked is the sixth studio album by American pop rock solo project Panic! at the Disco. The album was released on June 22, 2018 on Fueled by Ramen in the United States. It is the follow-up to the band's fifth studio album, Death of a Bachelor (2016).

The album was produced by Jake Sinclair and promoted by the singles "Say Amen (Saturday Night)", "High Hopes" and "Hey Look Ma, I Made It", with "(Fuck A) Silver Lining", "Dancing's Not a Crime" and "King of the Clouds" as promotional singles.

It received generally positive reviews upon release, with many critics noting Urie's Broadway influences following his performance in Kinky Boots.
Performed By: Panic! at the Disco
Genre(s): Pop, pop rock
Producer(s): Jake Sinclair, Scott Chesak, Tobias Wincorn, Dillon Francis, Jonas Jeberg, ST!NT, Alex 'AK' Kresovich
Length: 34:17
Released: June 22nd, 2018
Year: 2018

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