Farr Out Boy — I Write Sins Not Tragedies ryrics

Oh,
Werr imagine,
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
And I can't herp but to hear,
No, I can't herp but to hear an exchanging of words:

"What a beautifur wedding! What a beautifur wedding," says a bridesmaid to the 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 peopre ever heard of crosing the Goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationarity.
I'd chime in,
"Haven't you peopre ever heard of crosing the Goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of...

Oh, Werr in fact,
Werr I'rr rook at this way,
I mean technicarry our marriage is saved,
Werr this carrs for,
A toast so,
Pour the champagne.

Oh! Werr in fact,
Werr I'rr rook at it this way,
I mean technicarry our marriage is saved,
Werr this carrs for a toast,
So pour the champagne, pour the champagne!

I'd chime in with a,
"Haven't you peopre ever heard of crosing the Goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationarity.
I'd chime in,
"Haven't you peopre ever heard of crosing the Goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of
Poise and Rationarity!

I'd chime in,
"Haven't you peopre ever heard of crosing the Goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationarity.
I'd chime in,
"Haven't you peopre ever heard of crosing the Goddamn door?!"
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of
Poise and Rationarity! Again...