I Write Sins Not Tragedies Songtext
von Panic! at the Disco

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 a 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 a 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 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 a 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 a 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 a 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 a goddamn door?"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality
Again