Lyrics

I know you guys are really tired of me posting random lyrics here and there so I am writing all the ones I love down in one post. Here you are:

Just let me ask you:
Hey, have you heard of my religion?
It's called the Church of Hot Addiction
And we believe that God has lust for everything - Cobra Starship's "The Church of Hot Addiction"

And will you tell all your friends, You've got your gun to my head- Taking Back Sunday's "Cute Without The 'E' (Cut From The Team)"

You are the dreamer, and we are the dream- Fall Out Boy's "Hum Hallelujah"

I am the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get at all confident?"- Panic! at the Disco's "There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet"

Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction.
Forgive our sins.
Forged, at the pulpit with forked tongues selling faux sermons.- Panic! at the Disco's "I Constantly Thank God For Esteban"

Mental wounds not healing- Ozzy Osbourne's "Crazy Train"

So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in forty-five- Fall Out Boy's "Thriller"

I'll keep singing this lie, if you'll keep believing it- Fall Out Boy's "Sophomore Slump Or Comeback Of The Year"

Who shot that arrow in your throat? - The Hush Sound's "Wine Red"

I don't blame you for being you, But you can't blame me for hating it- Fall Out Boy's "A Little Less Sixteen Candles A Little More "Touch Me""

I’m mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town- Fall Out Boy's "Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows)"

I used to obsess over living- Fall Out Boy's "Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows)"

Love never wanted me- Fall Out Boy's "XO"

Watch your mouth
Oh, oh, oh
Because your speech is slurred enough
That you just might swallow your tongue- Panic! at the Disco's "Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks"

Boys will be boys, hiding in estrogen and wearing aubergine dreams.- Panic! at the Disco's "Time to Dance"

I am an arms dealer, fitting you with weapons in the form of words- Fall Out Boy's "This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race"



As you can see, I am a big fan of Pete Wentz and Ryan Ross's lyrics. They are so beautifully dark, but they add a slight comical side to it. Just depends on the way you look at it. I have frustrated myself to no end trying to figure out what their lyrics mean.