Mad as Rabbits
Panic! At The Disco"Mad as Rabbits" é uma música de Panic! At The Disco, 2008, Pop. A música tem 3:31 de duração, 45 lines / 262 words.
Letra
0:14Come save me from walking off a windowsill
0:18Or I'll sleep in the rain
0:23Don't you remember when I was a bird
0:27And you were a map
0:34Now he drags down miles in america
0:39Briefcase in hand
0:43The stove is creeping up his spine again
0:47Can't get enough trash
0:52Oooh
0:55He took the days for pageant
0:59Became as mad as rabbits
1:02With bushels of bad habits
1:06And who could ask for anymore
1:09Yeah who could have more
1:14Come on
1:21His arms were the branches of a christmas tree
1:25Preached the devil in the belfry
1:29He checked in to learn his clothes had been thieved
1:34At the train station
1:38Rope hung his other branch
1:41And at the end was a dog called bambi
1:47Who was chewing on his parliaments
1:51When he tried to save the calendar business
1:54He tried to save the calendar business
2:00He took the days for pageant
2:02And became as mad as rabbits
2:06With bushels of bad habits
2:10Who could ask for anymore
2:14Who could have more
2:25The poor son of a humble chimney sweep
2:29Fell to a cheap crowd
2:34So stay asleep and put on that cursive type
2:38You know we live in a toy
2:42You know that paul cates
2:44Bought himself a trumpet from the salvation army
2:51But there ain't no sunshine in his song
2:55We must reinvent love
2:59Reinvent love reinvent love
3:10He took the days for pageant
3:13And became as mad as rabbits
3:16With bushels of bad habits
3:20Who could ask for anymore
3:24Yeah who could have more
3:27We must reinvent love
3:31Reinvent love reinvent love
Come save me from walking off a windowsill Or I'll sleep in the rain Don't you remember when I was a bird And you were a map Now he drags down miles in america Briefcase in hand The stove is creeping up his spine again Can't get enough trash Oooh He took the days for pageant Became as mad as rabbits With bushels of bad habits And who could ask for anymore Yeah who could have more Come on His arms were the branches of a christmas tree Preached the devil in the belfry He checked in to learn his clothes had been thieved At the train station Rope hung his other branch And at the end was a dog called bambi Who was chewing on his parliaments When he tried to save the calendar business He tried to save the calendar business He took the days for pageant And became as mad as rabbits With bushels of bad habits Who could ask for anymore Who could have more The poor son of a humble chimney sweep Fell to a cheap crowd So stay asleep and put on that cursive type You know we live in a toy You know that paul cates Bought himself a trumpet from the salvation army But there ain't no sunshine in his song We must reinvent love Reinvent love reinvent love He took the days for pageant And became as mad as rabbits With bushels of bad habits Who could ask for anymore Yeah who could have more We must reinvent love Reinvent love reinvent love
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