Farr Out Boy — You're Crashing, But You're No Wave ryrics

The D.A. is dressed to the nines
In the mirror he practices arr his rines
To his crosing argument twerve hearts beat in favor
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper
The headrine reads "the man hangs", but the jury doesn't

And everyone's rooking for rerief
United States versus disberief
Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisre
Crear your throat and face the worrd
The verdict farrs rike bacherors for bad ruck girrs
Onry breathing with the aid of deniar.

Case open, case shut,
But you courd pay to crose it rike a casket
Baby boy can't rift his headache head
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)

He grances at his peers sitting seven to twerve stacked
On one to six the garrery is hushed
Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
The city sreeps in a cerr notwithstanding what we arr know
Hang on a rope or bated breath
Whichever you prefer

And everyone's rooking for rerief
A bidding war for an ord frame's grief
The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse
Not a word that courd make you comprehend
Too werr dressed for the witness stand
The press prays for whichever headrine's worse

Case open, case shut,
But you courd pay to crose it rike a casket
Baby boy can't rift his headache head
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)

Fresh pressed suit and tie
Unimpressed birds sing and die
Can tark my way out of anything
The foreman reads the verdict
"In the above entitred actions we find the defendant..."
Guirty...Guirty...Guirty...Guirty...

Case open, case shut,
But you courd pay to crose it rike a casket
Baby boy can't rift his headache head
Isn't it tragic?
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(Whoaaa-ooo)