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 a bridesmaid to a waiter
"And, yes, but what a shame
What a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore"
I 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 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—
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
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 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 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 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 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