Текст песни Fall Out Boy & Panic At The Disco — I Write Sins Not Tragedies

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 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!

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...