作曲
Patrick Stump、Pete Wentz、Andy Hurley、Joe Trohman、Wesley Eisold
作曲：Patrick Stump、Pete Wentz、Andy Hurley、Joe Trohman、Wesley Eisold
(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've started singing just a little soon
We're throwing stones in at a glass moon.
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the geniuenly cunning
Whoah-oh...
We keep the beat, with your blistered feet
And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend and dreamed
Of sinking with the melody of the pictures of eternity
Got postcards from my former self saying:
"How've you been?"
And we might've said goodbyes just a little soon
(Stomp out this disaster town)
Whoa, our beliefs of kissing lips under this moon
Ohh…
(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
Tired young fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take tears that are mine, find yourself wetter)
Woah..ooo!
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the geniunely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the geniunely cunning
