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 a waiter.
«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 a 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 a goddamn door?!»
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of…

Well in fact 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 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 a 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 a goddamn door?!»
No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Again.

I’d 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’d 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.