麻风记忆性免疫:I Write Sins Not Tragedies

oh, well imagine; as i'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and i can't help but to hear, no i can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
"what a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding!" says the bridesmaid to the waiter.
"yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."

i'd chime in with a "haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"
no, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
i'd chime in "haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"
no, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...

well in fact well i'll look at it this way, i mean technically our marriage is saved! well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne!
oh! well in fact well i'll look at it this way, i mean technically our marriage is saved! well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne!

i'd chime in with a "haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"
no, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
i'd chime in "haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"
no, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

again.

i'd chime in "haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"
no, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
i'd chime in "haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!"
no, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

again.