i was wonderin if anyone had lyrics for any panic at the disco songs

As we do not have these lyrics in our database and could take weeks for them to be accepted if i was to add them, here is a link for the lyrics



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Here are the lyrics to It's Time to Dance

It's Time To Dance lyrics
Well she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor,
Just for the attention,
Cause that's just ridiculously on,
But she sure is gonna get it,

Here's the setting,
Fashion magazines line the walls now,
The walls line the bullet holes,
You sure, you sure you let her have it,
You sure, you sure,

[Chorus:]
Have some composure,
And where is your posture?
Oh no no,
You're pulling the trigger,
Pulling the trigger all wrong,
[x2]

Give me envy,
Give me malice,
Give me attention,
Give me envy,
Give me malice,
Baby, give me a break,

When I say shotgun, you say wedding
Shotgun, Wedding,
Shotgun, Wedding,

Well she didn’t choose this role,
But she’ll play it and make it sincere,
So you cry, you cry,
(Baby, give me a break)
But they believe it from the tears,
And the teeth right down to the blood,
At her feet,
Boys will be boys,
Hiding in estrogen and wearing aubergine dreams,
(Baby, give me a break)

[Chorus x2]

Come on this is screaming photo op, op,
(It's time to dance)
Come on this is screaming photo op, op,
(It's time to dance)
Come on, come on,
This is screaming,
This is screaming,
This is screaming photo op,
(It's time to dance)

Have some composure,
And where is your posture?
(You sure, you sure let her have it)
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger,
(You sure, you sure,)

Give me envy,
Give me malice,
Give me attention,
Give me envy,
Give me malice,
Baby, give me a break,
When I say shotgun, you say wedding,
Shotgun, Wedding,
Shotgun, Wedding,

Boys will be boys,
Hiding in estrogen, and boys will be boys,
Boys will be boys,
Hiding in estrogen and wearing aubergine dreams.

here are the lyrics
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Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time,
C'mon, just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me,
Good, good now we're making some progress,
Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat,

And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well,
Don't you see? I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue.

[Chorus:]
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen,
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
[x2]

Applause, applause, No wait, wait,
Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make,
It seems the artists these days are not who you think,
So we'll pick back up on that on another page,

And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well,
Don't you see? I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue.

[Chorus x2]

Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen,
Swear to shake it up, oh, you swear to listen
Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up,


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Stop stalling. Make a name for yourself.
Boy, you better put that pen to paper and charm your way out.
If you talk it better walk it, better back your shit up
with more than good hooks. While your under the gun.
Start talking. "A sensationalist"
Oh, he's slightly clever to just a certain extent.
If you talk it, better walk it, better keep your mouth shut
with more than good hooks. While your under the gun.

(Panic at the disco: meet the press)
It's time for us to take a chance.
It's time for us to take a chance.
[Repeat x2]

Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzines,
make us it, make us hip, make us scene.
Or, shrug us off your shoulders.
Don't approve a single word we wrote.
[Repeat x2]


I'm burning, and I'm blacking my lungs.
Boy, you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue.
If you talk it better walk it, better back your shit up
with more than good hooks. While your under the gun.
Start talking. "A sensationalist"
Oh, he's slightly clever to just a certain extent.
Keep quiet! Let us sing like the doves,
then decide if it's done with purpose or lack thereof.

Oh, and just for the record,
the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. Indifference and (or)
B. Disinterest in what the critics say.

It's time for us to take a chance.
It's time for us…

Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzines,
make us it, make us hip, make us scene.
Or, shrug us off your shoulders.
Don't approve a single word we wrote.
[Repeat x2]

Just for the record,
the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. Indifference and (or)
B. Disinterest in what the critics say.

Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzines,
make us it, make us hip, make us scene.
Or, shrug us off your shoulders.
Don't approve a single word we wrote.
[Repeat x2]


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Watch your mouth,
Your speech is slurred enough,
That you might swallow your tongue,
You'd want to give up the ghost,
With a little more poise than that,

Or was it God who chokes,
In these situations, running late,
No no, he called in, he called in,

The hospice is,
A relaxing weekend getaway,
Where you're a cut above all the rest,
Sick and sad patients,
On first name basis with all the top physicians,

[Chorus:]
Prescribed pills,
To offset the shakes,
To offset the pills,
You know you should take,
It a day at a time,

That’s when you,
Stutter something profound,
To the support on the line,
And with the way you've been talking,
Every word puts you a step closer to hell,
No, I just can't help it,
To say what everyone else is thinking,
Let me state the obvious again,

[Chorus x2]

I am,
Alone in this bed, house, and head,
And she never fixes this,
But at least she, (makes me forget)

I am,
Alone, in this bedroom,
She never fixes this,
But at least she,
Makes me forget,

[Chorus x2]

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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.
"And 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, 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'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...

Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed
When the lights are dim & your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you're fingers touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
(Let's pick up, pick up)

Oh now I do recall, we just were getting to the part
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
Now let's not get selfish
Did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close



HarperandParker: Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat
Dance to this beat

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster

I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me
Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no you know it will always just be, me

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?