Panic! At The Disco London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines (Album Version) Lyrics

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 s___ 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 s___ 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.