FALL OUT BOY American Beauty / American Psycho LYRICS
album: "American Beauty / American Psycho" (2015)
Irresistible
Coming in unannounced, drag my nails on the tile
I just followed your scent, you can just follow my smile
All of your flaws are aligned with this mood of mine
Cutting me to the bone, nothing left to leave behind
You ought to keep me concealed just like I was a weapon
I didn't come for a fight but I will fight till the end
And this one might be a battle, might not turn out okay
You know you look so Seattle but you feel so LA
And I love the way you hurt me
It's irresistible, yeah
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you hurt me, baby
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you hurt me, baby
I'm gonna get you to burst just like you were a bubble
Frame me up on your wall just to keep me out of trouble
Like a moth getting trapped in the light by fixation
Truly free, love it baby, I'm talking no inflation
Too many war wounds and not enough wars
Too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores
Too many sharks, not enough blood in the waves
You know I give my love a f-f-four letter na-na-name
And I love the way you hurt me
It's irresistible, yeah
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you hurt me, baby
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you hurt me, baby
You're second hand smoke, second hand smoke
I breathe you in, but, honey, I don't know what you're doing to me
Mon chérie, but the truth catches up with us eventually
Try to say live, live and let live
But I'm no good, good at lip service
Except when they're yours, mi amore
I'm coming for you and I'm making war
And I still love the way you hurt me
It's irresistible, yeah
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you hurt me, baby
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you hurt me, baby
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Patrick Stump, Andrew Hurley, Joseph Trohman
Copyright: Chicago X Softcore Songs, Sony/ATV Songs LLC
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American Beauty / American Psycho
She's an American beauty
I'm an American psycho
She's an American beauty
I'm an American
I'm an American
American Psycho
(Whoa whoa whoa)
I'm an American
I'm an American
I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho
I think I fell in love again
Maybe I just took too much cough medicine
And I'm the best worst thing that hasn't happened to you yet
The best worst thing (whoa)
You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out
You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out
And you can kill me, kill me or let God sort 'em out
And you can kill me, kill me or (whoa)
She's an American beauty
I'm an American psycho
She's an American beauty
I'm an American
I'm an American
American Psycho
(Whoa whoa whoa)
I'm an American
I'm an American
I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho
(Whoa whoa whoa)
I'm an American
I'm an American
I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho
I wish I dreamt in the shape of your mouth
But it's your thread count I really care about
Stay up 'til the lights go out
Stay up, stay up
You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out
You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out
And as we're drifting off to sleep all those dirty thoughts of me
They were never yours to keep, keep (whoa)
Alter boys, altered boys
We're the things that love destroys
(I'm an American, I'm an American)
You, me, us, them
We're just resurrection men
(I'm an American, I'm an American)
Us, we were only meant
To make you live again
(I'm an American, I'm an American)
Us, we were pity sex,
Nothing more and nothing less
(I'm an American)
She's an American beauty
I'm an American psycho
She's an American beauty
I'm an American
I'm an American
American Psycho
(Whoa whoa whoa)
I'm an American
I'm an American
I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho
(Whoa whoa whoa)
I'm an American
I'm an American
I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Patrick Stump, Sebastian Akchote, Andrew Hurley, Joseph Trohman, Nikki Sixx
Copyright: Chicago X Softcore Songs, Because Editions, Downtown Music Publishing LLC, Sony/ATV Songs LLC, Sony/ATV Songs LLC O.B.O. Chicago X Softcore Songs, WB Music Corp.
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Centuries
Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du...
Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries
And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries
He-e-e-ey ya, oh he-e-e-ey
He-e-e-ey ya
Remember me for centuries
Mummified my teenage dreams
No, it's nothing wrong with me
The kids are all wrong
The story's all off
Heavy metal broke my heart
Come on, come on and let me in
The bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints
And this is supposed to match
The darkness that you felt
I never meant for you to fix yourself
Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du...
Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries
And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries
He-e-e-ey ya, oh he-e-e-ey
He-e-e-ey ya
Remember me for centuries
And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name
'Cause I was only born inside my dreams
Until you die for me, as long as there's a light, my shadow's over you
'Cause I, I am the opposite of amnesia
And you're a cherry blossom
You're about to bloom
You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon
Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du...
Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries
And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries
He-e-e-ey ya, oh he-e-e-ey
He-e-e-ey ya
Remember me for centuries
We've been here forever
And here's the frozen proof
I could scream forever
We are the poisoned youth
Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du du-du, du du du-du
Du du...
Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries
And just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries
He-e-e-ey ya, oh he-e-e-ey
He-e-e-ey ya
Remember me for centuries
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries
Writer(s): Patrick Stump, Suzanne Vega, Joseph Trohman, Jonathan Rotem, Peter Wentz, Justin Tranter, Andrew Hurley, Michael J. Fonseca
Copyright: Chicago X Softcore Songs, Music Of Radar, Sony/ATV Songs LLC, Michael Jf Phloe Music, Jonathan Rotem Music, Justin'S School For Girls, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., WB Music Corp., Waifersongs Ltd.
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The Kids Aren't Alright
Stuck in the jet wash.
Bad trip I couldn't get off.
And maybe I bit off more than I could chew
And overhead of the aqua blue.
Fall to your knees, bring on the rapture.
Blessed be the boys time can't capture
On film or between the sheets.
I always fall from your window to the pitch-black streets.
And with the black banners raised
As the crooked smiles fade.
Former heroes who quit too late.
Who just wanna fill up the trophy case again.
And in the end
I'd do it all again.
I think you're my best friend.
Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright?
I'm yours.
When it rains it pours.
Stay thirsty like before.
Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright?
I'm not passive but aggressive.
Take note it's not impressive.
Empty your sadness like you're dumping your purse on my bedroom floor
We put your curse in reverse.
And it's our time now if you want it to be.
Maul the world like a carnival bear set free.
And your love is anemic.
And I can't believe that you couldn't see it coming for me.
And I still feel that rush in my veins.
It twists my head just a bit to think.
All those people in those old photographs I've seen are dead.
And in the end
I'd do it all again.
I think you're my best friend.
Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright?
I'm yours.
When it rains it pours.
Stay thirsty like before.
Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright?
And sometimes I just wanna sit around and gaze at my shoes, yeah.
And let your dirty sadness fill me up just like a balloon.
And in the end
I'd do it all again.
I think you're my best friend.
Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright?
I'm yours.
When it rains it pours.
Stay thirsty like before.
Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright?
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Patrick Stump, Andrew Hurley, Joseph Trohman
Copyright: Chicago X Softcore Songs, Sony/ATV Songs LLC
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Uma Thurman
I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
I'll keep you like an oath
"May nothing but death do us part..."
She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
Bury me 'til I confess
She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
And I can’t get you out of my head
The stench, the stench of summer sex
And CK eternity, oh, hell, yes
Divide me down to the smallest I can be
Put your, put your v-v-venom in me
I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
I'll keep you like an oath
"May nothing but death do us part..."
She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
Bury me 'til I confess
She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
And I can’t get you out of my head
The blood, the blood, the blood of the lamb
Is worth two lions, but here I am
And I slept in last night’s clothes and tomorrow’s dreams
But they’re not quite what they seem
I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
I'll keep you like an oath
"May nothing but death do us part..."
You’ll find your way
And may death find you alive
Take me down the line
In Gem City we turned the tide
You’ll find your way
And may death find you alive
Take me down the line
In Gem City we turned the tide
She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
Bury me 'til I confess
She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
And I can’t get you out of my head
I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
I'll keep you like an oath
"May nothing but death do us part..."
I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
I'll keep you like an oath
"May nothing but death do us part..."
Writer(s): Patrick Stump, Jacob Scott Sinclair, Jack Marshall, Liam O. Donnell, Joseph Trohman, Peter Wentz, Andrew Hurley, Bob Mosher
Copyright: Manes And Reins Publishing, BMG Platinum Songs, Chicago X Softcore Songs, B Unique Music Limited, Sony/ATV Songs LLC, Usi B Music Publishing
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Jet Pack Blues
I got those jet pack blues
Just like Judy
The kind that make June feel like September
I’m the last one that you’ll ever remember
And I’m trying to find my peace of mind
Behind these two white highway lines
When the city goes silent
The ringing in my ears gets violent
She’s in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
She’s singing “Baby come home” in a melody of tears
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
And I remember ”Baby, come home”
I remember ”Baby, come home”
I remember “Baby, come home”
I remember "Baby, come home"
Did you ever love her? Do you know?
Or did you never want to be alone?
And she was singing “Baby, come home”
I remember "Baby, come home"
I’ve got those jet pack blues
Fight off the light tonight and just stay with me
Honey, don’t you leave
Don’t you remember how we used to split a drink?
It never mattered what it was
I think our heads were just that close
The sweetness never lasts, you know
She’s in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
She’s singing “Baby, come home” in a melody of tears
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
And I remember ”Baby, come home”
I remember ”Baby, come home”
I remember “Baby, come home”
I remember ”Baby, come home”
Did you ever love her? Do you know?
Or did you never want to be alone?
And she was singing “Baby, come home”
I remember "Baby, come home"
She’s in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
She’s singing “Baby come home” in a melody of tears
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
And I remember ”Baby, come home”
I remember ”Baby, come home”
I remember “Baby, come home”
I remember ”Baby, come home”
Did you ever love her? Do you know?
Or did you never want to be alone?
And she was singing “Baby, come home”
"Baby, come home"
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Patrick Stump, Andrew Hurley, Joseph Trohman
Copyright: Chicago X Softcore Songs, Sony/ATV Songs LLC
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Novocaine
This is a black, black ski mask song
So put all of your anger on
In the truly gruesome do we trust
I will always land on you like a sucker punch
Singing I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare
I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare
If you knew, knew what the bluebirds sang at you,
You would never sing along
Cast them out cause this is our culture
These new flocks are nothing but vultures
Because they took our love and they filled it up
Filled it up with Novocaine and now I’m just numb
Now I’m just numb
And don't mind me, I’m just a son of a gun
So don’t stop, don’t stop until your heart goes numb
Now I’m just numb
I don’t feel a thing for you
I’m just a problem that doesn’t want to be solved
So could you please hold your applause
Take this sideshow and all its freaks
And turn it into the silver screen dream
Singing I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare
I am your worst, I am your worst nightmare
If you knew, knew what the bluebirds sang at you,
You would never sing along
Cast them out cause this is our culture
These new flocks are nothing but vultures
Because they took our love and they filled it up
Filled it up with Novocaine and now I’m just numb
Now I’m just numb
And don't mind me, I’m just a son of a gun
So don’t stop, don’t stop until your heart goes numb
Now I’m just numb
I don’t feel a thing for you
I said one day the valley's gonna swallow me whole
(Hijack the hype! Hijack the hype!)
and I feel like a photo that’s been over-exposed
(Hijack the hype! Hijack the hype!)
They took our love and they filled it up
Filled it up with Novocaine and now I’m just numb
Now I’m just numb
And don't mind me, I’m just a son of a gun
So don’t stop, don’t stop until your heart goes numb
Now I’m just numb
I don’t feel a thing for you
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Patrick Stump, Andrew Hurley, Joseph Trohman
Copyright: Chicago X Softcore Songs, Sony/ATV Songs LLC
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Fourth Of July
(You and I were, you and I were fire.
You and I were, you and I were fire.
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fire)
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
That went off too soon
And I miss you in the June gloom, too
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said I'd never miss you
But I guess you never know
May the bridges I have burned light my way back home
On the fourth of July
I'll be as honest as you let me
I miss your early morning company
If you get me
You are my favorite "what if"
You are my best "I'll never know"
And I'm starting to forget
Just what summer ever meant to you
What did it ever mean to you?
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of it
I just got too lonely, lonely, whoa
In between being young and being right
You were my Versailles at night
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
That went off too soon
And I miss you in the June gloom, too
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said I'd never miss you
But I guess you never know
May the bridges I have burned light my way back home
On the fourth of July
My 9 to 5 is cutting open old scars
Again and again 'til I'm stuck in your head
Had my doubts, but I let them out
You are the drought
And I'm the holy water you have been without
And all my thoughts of you
They could heat or cool the room
And no, don't tell me you're crying
Oh, honey, you don't have to lie
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of it
I just got too lonely, lonely, whoa
In between being young and being right
You were my Versailles at night
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
That went off too soon
And I miss you in the June gloom, too
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said I'd never miss you
But I guess you never know
May the bridges I have burned light my way back home
On the fourth of July
I wish I'd known how much you loved me
I wish I cared enough to know
I'm sorry every song's about you
The torture of small talk with someone you used to love
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
That went off too soon
And I miss you in the June gloom, too
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said I'd never miss you
But I guess you never know
May the bridges I have burned light my way back home
On the fourth of July
Writer(s): Patrick Stump, Jacob Scott Sinclair, Jacob S. Sinclair, Joseph Trohman, Peter Wentz, Andrew Hurley, Ryan Lott, Jake Sinclair
Copyright: Manes And Reins Publishing, BMG Platinum Songs, BMG Platinum Songs Us, Chicago X Softcore Songs, Sony/ATV Songs LLC, Sony/ATV Songs LLC O.B.O. Chicago X Softcore Songs
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Favorite Record
Do you do, do you remember
When we drove, we drove, drove through the night
And we danced, we danced
To Rancid, and we danced, we danced
And I confessed, confessed to you
Riding shotgun underneath the purple skies
And we danced, we danced
With windows down, and we danced, we danced
(Spin for you like your favorite records used to…)
(Spin for you like your favorite records used to…)
You were the song stuck in my head
Every song that I’ve ever loved
Played again and again and again
And you can get what you want but it’s never enough
And I spin for you like your favorite records used to
And I spin for you like your favorite records used to
And I can’t, I can’t, I can’t remember
Just how to forget, forget the way
That we danced, we danced
To Danzig, and we danced, we danced
And when you ask, you ask me how I’m doing
Like you know, you know how much better off I am
And when we danced, we danced
With windows down, and we danced, we danced
(Spin for you like your favorite records used to…)
(Spin for you like your favorite records used to…)
You were the song stuck in my head
Every song that I’ve ever loved
Played again and again and again
And you can get what you want but it’s never enough
And I spin for you like your favorite records used to
And I spin for you like your favorite records used to
I spin, I spin, I spin, I spin
For you, for you, for you, for you, for yeah…
(Spin for you like your favorite records used to, used to, to, to…)
(Spin for you like your favorite records used to, used to, to, to…)
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Patrick Stump, Andrew Hurley, Joseph Trohman
Copyright: Chicago X Softcore Songs, Sony/ATV Songs LLC
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Immortals
They say we are what we are
But we don't have to be.
I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way.
I'll be the watcher (watcher) of the eternal flame.
I'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams.
Oooooooh
I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass (glass, glass)
Oooooooh,
I try to picture me without you but I can't
'Cause we could be immortals, immortals
Just not for long, for long.
And live with me forever now,
You pull the blackout curtains down
Just not for long, for long.
We could be immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals.
Sometimes the only pay-off for having any faith
Is when it's tested again and again everyday.
I'm still comparing your past to my future.
It might be your wound but they're my sutures.
Oooooooh
I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass (glass, glass)
Oooooooh,
I try to picture me without you but I can't
'Cause we could be immortals, immortals
Just not for long, for long.
And live with me forever now,
You pull the blackout curtains down
Just not for long, for long.
We could be immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,
Immortals,
And live with me forever now,
Pull the blackout curtains down,
We could be immortals, immortals
Just not for long, for long.
We could be immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,
Immooooooo- immortals,
(Immortals)
Writer(s): Andrew John Hurley, Patrick Martin Stump, Joseph Mark Trohman, Pete Wentz
Copyright: Wonderland Music Company Inc.
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Twin Skeletons (Hotel In NYC)
There's a room in a hotel in New York City
That shares our fate and deserves our pity
I don't want to remember it all
The promises I made if you just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
And I just need enough of you to dull the pain
Just to get me through the night 'til we're twins again
'Till we're stripped down to our skeletons again
'Till we're saints just swimming in our sins again
And there's a jet black crow droning on and on and on
Up above our heads droning on and on and on
Keep making trouble 'till you find what you love
I need a new partner in crime and you shrug
There's a room in a hotel in New York City
That shares our fate and deserves our pity
I don't want to remember it all
The promises I made if you just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
A birth and a death on the same day
And honey I only appeared so I can fade away
I wanna throw my hands in the air and scream
And I could just die laughing on your spiral of shame
And there's a jet black crow droning on and on and on
Up above our heads droning on and on and on
Hit it never quit it I have been through the wreck
But I can string enough to show my face in the light again
There's a room in a hotel in New York City
That shares our fate and deserves our pity
I don't want to remember it all
The promises I made if you just hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
Hold on, hold on, hold on
(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Patrick Stump, Andrew Hurley, Joseph Trohman
Copyright: Chicago X Softcore Songs, Sony/ATV Songs LLC
