Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks, by Panic at the Disco.
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The guitarist for Panic writes most of their lyrics, and I’m of the opinion that the kid is brilliant. Check it out:
Watch your mouth
Because your speech is slurred enough
That you just might swallow your tongue
I’m sure you’d want, want to give up the ghost
With just 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
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
Prescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You k