Letra da Música Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks Panic! At The Disco

Watch your mouth
Oh, oh, oh
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 thatOr was it God who chokes
In these situations, running late?
No, no, he called in
Or was it God who chokes
In these situations, running late?
No, no, he called inThe 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 physiciansPrescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a timeThat's when you stu-stu-stutter something profound
To the support on the line
And with the way you've been talking
Every word gets you a step closer to hellThat's when you stu-stu-stutter something profound
To the support on the line
And with the way you've been talking
Every word gets you a step closer to hellPrescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a timePrescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a timeI am
Alone in this bed, house, and head
And she never fixes this
But at least sheI am
Alone, in this bedroom
She never fixes this
But at least shePrescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a timePrescribed pills
To offset the shakes
To offset the pills
You know you should take
It a day at a timeThe 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

Composição: Ryan Ross.