You're Crashing, But You're No Wave - Fall Out Boy

The D.A.

is dressed to the nines

In the mirror he practices all his lines

To his closing argument twelve hearts beat in favor

I’m guessing that he read the morning paper

The headline reads «the man hangs», but the jury doesn’t

And everyone’s looking for relief

United States versus disbelief

Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle

Clear your throat and face the world

The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls

Only breathing with the aid of denial.

Case open, case shut,

But you could pay to close it like a casket

Baby boy can’t lift his headache head

Isn’t it tragic?

(Whoaaa-ooo)

He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve stacked

On one to six the gallery is hushed

Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado

The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know

Hang on a rope or bated breath

Whichever you prefer

And everyone’s looking for relief

A bidding war for an old flame’s grief

The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse

Not a word that could make you comprehend

Too well dressed for the witness stand

The press prays for whichever headline’s worse

Case open, case shut,

But you could pay to close it like a casket

Baby boy can’t lift his headache head

Isn’t it tragic?

(Whoaaa-ooo)

Fresh pressed suit and tie

Unimpressed birds sing and die

Can talk my way out of anything

The foreman reads the verdict

«In the above entitled actions we find the defendant…»

Guilty… Guilty…Guilty…Guilty…

Case open, case shut,

But you could pay to close it like a casket

Baby boy can’t lift his headache head

Isn’t it tragic?

(Whoaaa-ooo)