Panic! At The Disco Lyrics
15. Mad As Rabbits
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. 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? 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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