I Write Sins Not Tragedies (Live) - Panic! At the Disco

We recorded this song on October the 6th Since then the war has been declared over If you're like me, you'll remember it like anybody remembers any war One big drag Lot of people writes songs about wars and government Very social things But I think about young guys Who were like I was when I was young I had no more idea about any government Or political things, or anything And I think about those kind of young guys now Who all of a sudden somebody comes up And they are very law abiding So if somebody says go They don't ask any questions, they just go And I can remember not too long ago seeing a young guy With his right arm gone Just got back And I asked him how he was doing He said he was doing alright now But he had thought he was gonna die He said getting shot at didn't bother him It was getting shot that shook him up And I tried to put myself in his position Maybe he cried Maybe he said I can't write left-handed Would you please write a letter Write a letter to my mother? Tell her to tell, tell her to tell Tell her to tell my family lawyer Try to get, try to get a deferment for my younger brother Tell the Reverend Harris to pray for me Lord, lord, lord I ain't gonna live I don't believe I'm gonna live to get much older Strange little man over here in Vietnam I ain't, I ain't never seen Bless his heart I ain't never done nothin' to He done shot me in my shoulder Bootcamp we had classes, aha You know we talked about fightin', fightin' everyday And lookin' through rosy, rosy coloured glasses I must admit it seemed exciting, anyway Oh, but something that day overlooked to tell me, lord Bullets look better, I must say Rather when they comin' at you But go without the other way And please call up the Reverend, call up Call up the Reverend Harris And tell him to ask the lord to do some good things for me, lord no Tell him, I ain't gonna live I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live to get much older Oh lord Strange little man over here in Vietnam I ain't never seen, bless his heart I ain't never done nothing to He done shot me in my shoulder

He was the congregation's vagrant With an unrequited love When your passion's exaltation Then finding refuge is not enough She was the youngest of the family And the last to be let go When they decided they would try and make it on their own Oh, memories Where'd you go? You were all I've ever known How I miss yesterday And how I let it fade away Where'd you go? When July became December Their affection fought the cold But they couldn't quite remember What inspired them to go And it was beautifully depressing Like a street car named Desire They were fighting for their love that started growing tired Oh, memories Where'd you go? You were all I've ever known How I miss yesterday And how I let it fade away Don't fade away When money lost momentum And the bills were piling high Then the smile had finally faded From the apple of their eye And they were young and independent And they thought they had it planned Should have known right from the start You can't predict the end Oh, memories Where'd you go? You were all I've ever known How I miss yesterday And how I let it fade away Oh, memories Where'd you go? You were all I've ever known How I miss yesterday And how I let it fade away Don't fade away

The I.V. and your hospital bed This was no accident This was a therapeutic chain of events This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional It sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional It sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal Sit back, just sit back Just sit back and relax Just sit back, just sit back Just sit back and relapse again Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid Sit back, relax, sit back, relapse again Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid Just sit back, just sit back You're a regular decorated emergency You're a regular decorated emergency This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional It sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional It sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid Sit back, relax, sit back, relapse again Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid Just sit back, just sit back Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse Sit back, sit back (ba-ba-ba-dah) You can't take the kid out of the fight You're a regular decorated emergency The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake You've earned your place atop the ICU's hall of fame The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again You're a regular decorated emergency The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake You've earned your place atop the ICU's hall of fame The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid Sit back, relax, sit back, relapse again Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid Just sit back, just sit back Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse Sit back, sit back (ba-ba-ba-dah) You can't take the kid out of the fight The I.V. and your hospital bed This was no accident This was a therapeutic chain of events