作曲
Patrick Stump、Fall Out Boy、Peter Wentz
專輯：This Ain't A Scene ,
It's An Arms Race
歌曲：The Carpal Tunnel Of Love
作曲：Patrick Stump、
Fall Out Boy、Peter Wentz
We take sour sips,
From life's lush lips.
And we shake shake
shake the hips,
In relationships.
Stomp out this disaster town.
You'll put your eyes
to the sun and say,
"I know,
You're only blinding
to keep back what the
clouds are hiding."
And we might have started
singing just a little soon.
We're throwing the
stones at a glass moon.
Whoa, ah, oh, we're so
miserable and stunning.
Whoa, ah, oh, far from
the genuinely cunning.
Whoa, ah, oh.
We keep the beat,
With your blistered feet.
We bullet the words at the
mockingbirds, singing,
"Slept through the weekend,
And dreaming
Of sinking with the melody
of the cliffs of eternity.
Got postcardsfrom
my former selves,
saying, "How you been?""
We might've said good
byes just a little soon.
(Stomp out this
disaster town.)
Robbing lips, kissing
banks under this moon.
Whoa, ah, oh, we're so
miserable and stunning.
Whoa, ah, oh, far from
the genuinely cunning.
Whoa, ah, oh, we're so
miserable and stunning.
Whoa, ah, oh, far from
the genuinely cunning.
It was ice cream headaches and
sweet avalanche,
When the pearls in our
shells got up to dance.
You call me a bad
tipper of the cradle,
But I'm just tired yawns for
fawns on hunters lawns.
We're the hasbeens
of the husbands.
Sharpening the knives
of young wives.
Take two years and call
me when you're better.
Take tears of mine and
find yourself wetter.
Whoa, ah, oh, we're so
miserable and stunning.
Whoa, ah, oh, far from
the genuinely cunning.
Whoa, ah, oh, we're so
miserable and stunning.
Whoa, ah, oh, far from
the genuinely cunning.
