A Fever You Can't Sweat Out Medley (The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage / Camisado / But It's Better If You Do) - Panic! At The Disco

Sit tight, I’m going to need you to keep time

Come on, just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me

Good, good, now we’re making some progress

Come on, just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat

And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well

Don’t you see?

I’m the narrator, and this is just the prologue

Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen

Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention

I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen

Oh, we’re still so young, desperate for attention

I aim to be your eyes

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

No it’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional

And it sure as hell ain’t normal but we deal, we deal

You’re a regular decorated emergency

You’re a regular decorated emergency

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, woah

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

Now I’m of consenting age

To be forgetting you in a cabaret somewhere

Downtown where a burlesque queen

May even ask my name

As she sheds her skin on stage

I’m seated and sweating to a dance song

On the club’s P. A

The strip joint veteran sits two away

Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified

Peach and lime daiquiri

And isn’t this exactly where you’d like me?

I’m exactly where you’d like me, you know

Praying for love in a lap dance

And paying in naivety?

Oh, isn’t this exactly where you’d like me?

I’m exactly where you’d like me, you know

Praying for love in a lap dance, oh

But, but I’m afraid that I

Well, I may have faked it

And I wouldn’t be caught dead

D-dead, d-dead, d-dead in this place

Well, I’m afraid that I

That’s right

Well, I may have faked it

And I wouldn’t be caught dead in this place

(Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen

Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen

Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen

Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up)

La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da

La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da

La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da

La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da