Panic! At The Disco The Calendar

(only for you

only for you)

It’s said, “If you don’t let it out

You’re gonna let it eat you away.”

I’d rather be a cannibal, baby

Animals like me don’t talk anyway

Feel like an ambulance

Chaser of faith

Pray I could replace her

Forget the way her tears taste

Oh, the way her tears taste

Put another ex on the calendar

Summer’s on its deathbed

There is simply nothing worse

Than knowing how it ends

And I meant everything I said that night

I will come back to life

But only for you

Only for you

The world may call it a second chance

But when I came back it was more of a relapse

Anticipation’s on the other line

And obsession called while you were out

Yeah, it called while you were out

Put another ex on the calendar

Summer’s on its deathbed

There is simply nothing worse

Than knowing how it ends

And I meant everything I said that night

I will come back to life

But only for you

Only for you

Asleep in the hive

I guess all the buzzing got to me

Well, I’m still alive

At night your body is a symphony

And I’m conducting

It’s said, “If you don’t let it out

You’re gonna let it eat you away.”

Put another ex on the calendar

Summer’s on its deathbed

There is simply nothing worse

Than knowing how it ends

And I meant everything I said that night

I will come back to life

But only for you

Only for you

Only for you

Only for you

Only for you

Only for you

Panic! At The Disco The Good, The Bad And The Dirty

Ooh-woah-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh-oh

The good, the bad, and the dirty

Ooh-woah-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh-oh

The good, the bad, and the dirty

Truth is that it was always going to end

This symphony buzzing in my head

Took a market of filth

And sold like summer

True all of the good girls act so good

‘Til one of them doesn’t wait their turn

Turn the memory to stone

And carve your shoulder

Hey holy roller

If you wanna start a fight

You better throw the first punch

Make it a good one

And if ya wanna make it through the night

You better say my name like

The good, the bad, and the dirty

Ooh-woah-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh-oh

The good, the bad, and the dirty

Ooh-woah-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh-oh

The good, the bad, and the dirty

I know what it’s like to have to trade

The ones that you love for the ones you hate

Don’t think I’ve ever used a day of my education

There’s only two ways that these things can go

Good or bad and how was I to know

That all your friends won’t hold any grudges

I got the final judgment

If you wanna start a fight

You better throw the first punch

Make it a good one

And if ya wanna make it through the night

You better say my name like

The good, the bad, and the dirty

Ooh-woah-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh-oh

The good, the bad, and the dirty

Ooh-woah-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh-oh

The good, the bad, and the dirty

You’ve been gone so long

I forgot what you feel like

But I’m not gonna think about that right now

I’m gonna keep getting underneath you

I’m gonna keep getting underneath you

And all our friends want us to fall in love

If you wanna start a fight

You better throw the first punch

Make it a good one

And if ya wanna make it through the night

You better say my name like

The good, the bad, and the dirty

Ooh-woah-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh-oh

The good, the bad, and the dirty

Ooh-woah-oh-oh-oh-woah-oh-oh

The good, the bad, and the dirty

Panic! At The Disco London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines

Stop stalling, make a name for yourself.

Boy, you better put that pen to paper, charm your way out.

If you talk you better walk you better back your shit up

With more than good hooks while you’re all under the gun

Start talking “a sensationalist”

Oh he’s slightly clever to just a certain extent

If you talk you better walk you better keep your mouth shut

With more than good hooks while you’re all under the gun

(Panic!: meet the press)

It’s time for us to take a chance

It’s time for us to take a chance

(Panic!: meet the press)

It’s time for us to take a chance

It’s time for us…

Well we’re just a wet dream for the webzine,

Make us it, make us hip, make a scene

Or shrug us off your shoulders

Don’t approve a single word that we wrote

Well we’re just a wet dream for the webzine,

Make us it, make us hip, make a scene

Or shrug us off your shoulders

Don’t approve a single word that we wrote

I’m burning and I’m blacking my lungs

Boy you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue

If you talk you better walk you better back your shit up

With more than good hooks while you’re all under the gun

Start talking “a sensationalist”

Oh he’s slightly clever to just a certain extent

Whoa keep quiet let us sing like the doves

Then decide if it’s done with purpose or lack thereof.

Just for the record,

The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:

A. Indifference or

B. Disinterest in what the critics say

It’s time for us to take a chance

It’s time for us…

Well we’re just a wet dream for the webzine,

Make us it, make us hip, make a scene

Or shrug us off your shoulders

Don’t approve a single word that we wrote

Well we’re just a wet dream for the webzine,

Make us it, make us hip, make a scene

Or shrug us off your shoulders

Don’t approve a single word that we wrote

Just for the record,

The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:

A. Indifference or

B. Disinterest in what the critics say

Well we’re just a wet dream for the webzine,

Make us it, make us hip, make a scene

Or shrug us off your shoulders

Don’t approve a single word that we wrote

Well we’re just a wet dream for the webzine,

Make us it, make us hip, make a scene

Or shrug us off your shoulders

Don’t approve a single word that we wrote

Just for the record,

The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:

A. Indifference or

B. Disinterest in what the critics say

Panic! At The Disco Silver Lining

“Out to the old, and to the new

We rededicate this song to you…”

Fuck a silver lining

Fuck a silver lining

Cause only gold is hot enough, hot enough

Fuck a silver lining

Fuck 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

Fuck a silver lining

Fuck a silver lining

Cause only gold is hot enough, hot enough

Fuck a silver lining

Fuck 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, ey

When ya gonna say my name

When ya gonna say my name

A quick charade

Beyoncé

Lemonade

When ya gonna say my name

When ya gonna say my name

No delay

No half-way

Lemme hear you say

One more, one more, one more

(One more)

Silver lining

Fuck a silver lining

Cause only gold is hot enough, hot enough

Fuck a silver lining

Fuck 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

Fuck a silver lining

Cause only gold is hot enough, hot enough

(One more, one more)

Panic! At The Disco First Try

This town just wasn’t made for two

But when the streets they call my name, what can I do?

There’s a place I’d like to visit there someday

And if you decline my invitation, what can I say?

What can I say?

What can I say?

When the corner light has dimmed upon the street

And all the faces looked confused on those you meet

Tell your friends that I’ll be dead when you read this

Tell them I couldn’t take the pain of loneliness

Of loneliness…

Of loneliness…

I am feeling low

And I’m singing in my sleep when you’re around; will you comfort me?

I’ll dream of you

And the smile that you give to me

You give to me…

You give to me…

It’s the same thing everyday

Because we run out of things to say

If you’re gone and me not here

It kind of sheds a different light on the whole year

On the whole year…

On the whole year…

I am feeling good

And I’m singing in my sleep when you’re around; will you comfort me?

I’ll dream of you

And the smile that you give to me

You give to me…

You give to me…

You give to me…

Panic! At The Disco Miss Jackson

Climbing out the back door, didn’t leave a mark

No one knows it’s you, Miss Jackson

Found another victim

But no one’s gonna find Miss Jackson, Jackson, Jackson

You put a sour little flavor in my mouth now

You move in circles hoping no one’s gonna find out

But we’re so lucky,

Kiss the ring and let ’em bow down

Looking for the time of your life

(ain’t always gonna find out)

A pretty picture but the scenery is so loud,

A face like heaven catching lightning in your nightgown,

But back away from the water, babe, you might drown

The party isn’t over tonight

(lightning in your nightgown)

Hey

Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning?

Hey

Out the back door

Goddamn

But I love her anyway

I love her anyway

I love her anyway

Out the back door

Goddamn

But I love her anyway

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Are you nasty?

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Are you nasty?

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Are you nasty?

Are you nasty?

I love her anyway

Oh

Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning?

Oh

Out the back door

Goddamn

But I love her anyway

Way down ’til the fire finally dies out

You’ve got ’em wrapped around your finger

Watch ’em fall down

There’s something beautiful and tragic in the fall out

Let me say it one more time

(tragic in the fall out)

Hey

Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning?

Hey

Out the back door,

Goddamn

But I love her anyway

I love her anyway

I love her anyway

Out the back door

Goddamn

But I love her anyway

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Are you nasty?

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Are you nasty?

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Are you nasty?

Are you nasty?

I love her anyway

Oh

Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning?

Oh

Out the back door

Goddamn

But I love her any…

Climbing out the back door, didn’t leave a mark

No one knows it’s you, Miss Jackson

Found another victim

But no one’s gonna find Miss Jackson, Jackson, Jackson

I love her anyway

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Are you nasty?

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Are you nasty?

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Miss Jackson,

Are you nasty?

Are you nasty?

I love her anyway

Oh

Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning?

Oh

Out the back door

Goddamn

But I love her anyway

Panic! At The Disco Ready To Go

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You’ve got these little things

That you’ve been running from

You either love it or I guess you don’t

You’re such a pretty thing

To be running from anyone

A vision with nowhere to go

[Pre-chorus:]

So tell me right now

You think you’re ready for it

I wanna know

Why you got me going

So let’s go

We’ll take it out of here

I think I’m ready to leap

I’m ready to live

[Chorus:]

I’m ready to go

Get me out of my mind

Get me out of my mind

I’m ready to go

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You’ve got these little things

You wanted somethin’ for ’em

You either get it or I guess you won’t

What does it really mean

To get nothin’ from anyone?

There’s a million ways it could go

[Pre-chorus]

[Chorus]

I think I’m ready I think

I know I’m ready I know

I think I’m ready I think

I know I’m ready I know

I think I’m ready I think

I know I’m ready I know

I think I’m ready I think

I know

[Chorus 3x]

Panic! At The Disco Karma Police

Karma police, arrest this man, he talks in maths

He buzzes like a fridge, he’s like a detuned radio

Karma police, arrest this girl,

her Hitler hairdo, is making me feel ill

And we have crashed her party

This is what you get, this is what you get

This is what you get, when you mess with us

Karma police, I’ve given all I can, it’s not enough

I’ve given all I can, but were still on the payroll

This is what you get, this is what you get

This is what you get, when you fuck* with us

And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

Shit! for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

I’m afraid that I…

I’m afraid that I…

Well I’m afraid that I, I lost myself, I lost myself.

[*Note: in the original lyrics it says “mess” here, but in some covers Brendon sings it with “fuck”]

Panic! At The Disco The Overpass

Let me hear you say something…

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 (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 (Sketchy girls and lipstick boys)

Troubled love and high speed noise

I know you wanna

Let me hear you say something…

I have a shirt that keeps your smell

(That perfume lingers in your hair)

You keep one too in parallel

(You keep my long black leather)

See the thing is I’m so 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 (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 (Sketchy girls and lipstick boys)

Troubled love and high speed noise

I know you wanna

Let me hear you say something…

Panic! At The Disco Bittersweet

I’m just setting, I’m just setting a trap

And I’m not pulling, no

I’m not pulling for you, you’re just pulling at me

I’m not a betting man but this is a sure thing

I’ve been to Tokyo and to South Africa

So many places that you may say I’ve seen it all

But my favorite place

Is the warm embrace

Of holding your hair back in a bathroom stall

Everything I do is bittersweet

You could tell me secrets that I’ll probably repeat

I’m not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak

It feels like we’re pulling teeth

So bittersweet

I guess that’s how it’s gotta be

I guess that’s how it’s gotta be

All that hate is gonna burn you up

It keeps me warm at night

Warmer than anyone

I think how many drinks I’ve had

No more in either hand

I’m slurring on purpose

And it’s certainly worth it

Everything I do is bittersweet

You could tell me secrets that I’ll probably repeat

I’m not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak

It feels like we’re pulling teeth

So bittersweet

I guess that’s how it’s gotta be

I guess that’s how it’s gotta be

I guess that’s how it’s gotta be

You and me

In our proverbial tree

It’s such a mystery

Why you’re here (but I can’t live without you)

You became

As clear as cellophane

My voice of reasoning

I don’t think I can take the way you make me out to be

I’m just setting, I’m just setting a trap

And I’m not pulling, no

I’m not pulling for ya

Everything I do is bittersweet

You could tell me secrets that I’ll probably repeat

I’m not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak

It feels like we’re pulling teeth

So bittersweet

It feels like we’re pulling teeth

So bittersweet

It feels like we’re pulling teeth

So bittersweet