Lyrics Fame On Fire – I Write Sins Not Tradegies
Text:
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!”, 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 the 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 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 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 the 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
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 the 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 the goddamn door?!»
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality
Again