Текст песни Panic At The Disco - Mad As Rabbits
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Текст песни Panic At The Disco - Mad As Rabbits
Come save me from walking off a windowsillOr i’ll sleep in the rain.Don’t you remember when I was a birdAnd you were a map?Now he drags down miles in AmericaBriefcase in hand.The stove is creeping up his spine again,Can’t get enough trash.( )He took the days for pageantBecame as mad as rabbitsWith bushels of bad habitsWho could ask for anymore?Yea who could have more.His arms were the branches of a Christmas treePreached the devil in the belfry.He checked in to learn his clothes Had been thieved at the train station.The rope hung his other branchAnd at the end was a dog called BambiWho was chewing on his parliamentsWhen he tried to save the calendar business.He took the days for pageantBecame as mad as rabbitsWith bushels of bad habitsWho could ask for anymore?Yea who could have more.The poor son of a humble chimney sweepFell to a cheap crowdSo stay asleep and put on that cursive typeYou know we live in a toy.You know that Paul Cates Bought himself a trumpet from the salvation armyWell, but there ain’t no sunshine in his songWe must reinvent love, reinvent love, reinvent loveHe took the days for pageantBecame as mad as rabbitsWith bushels of bad habitsWho could ask for anymore?Yea who could have more.