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Panic! At The Disco - London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines (Official Audio)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Brendon Urie
Brendon Urie
Gitarre
Ryan Ross
Ryan Ross
Gitarre
Spencer Smith
Spencer Smith
Schlagzeug
Brent Matthew Wilson
Brent Matthew Wilson
Bass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brent Matthew Wilson
Brent Matthew Wilson
Songwriter:in
Ryan Ross
Ryan Ross
Songwriter:in
Brendon Urie
Brendon Urie
Songwriter:in
Spencer Smith
Spencer Smith
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ryan Ross
Ryan Ross
Co-Produzent:in
Matt Squire
Matt Squire
Produzent:in
Spencer Smith
Spencer Smith
Co-Produzent:in
Eugene "UE" Nastasi
Eugene "UE" Nastasi
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Brendon Urie
Brendon Urie
Co-Produzent:in
Brent Matthew Wilson
Brent Matthew Wilson
Co-Produzent:in

Songtexte

Stop stalling, make a name for yourself Boy, you'd better put that pen to paper, charm your way out If you talk, you'd better walk, you'd better back your shit up With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun Start talking a sensationalist Oh, he's slightly clever to just a certain extent If you talk, you'd better walk, you'd better keep your mouth shut With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun (Panic!, meet the press) It's time for us to take a chance It's time for us to take a chance (Panic!, meet the press) It's time for us to take a chance It's time for us Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzine Make us it, make us hip, make us scene, or Shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word that we wrote Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzine Make us it, make us hip, make us scene, or Shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word that we wrote I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs Boy, you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue If you talk, you'd better walk, you'd better back your shit up With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun Start talking a sensationalist Oh, he's slightly clever to just a certain extent Oh, keep quiet, let us sing like the doves Then decide if it's done with purpose or lack thereof Just for the record The weather today is slightly sarcastic With a good chance of A, indifference And B, disinterest In what the critics say It's time for us to take a chance It's time for us Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzine Make us it, make us hip, make us scene, or Shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word that we wrote Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzine Make us it, make us hip, make us scene, or Shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word that we wrote La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da Ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa Just for the record The weather today is slightly sarcastic With a good chance of A, indifference And B, disinterest In what the critics say Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzine Make us it, make us hip, make us scene, or Shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word that we wrote Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzine Make us it, make us hip, make us scene, or Shrug us off your shoulders Don't approve a single word that we wrote Just for the record The weather today is slightly sarcastic With a good chance of A, indifference And B, disinterest In what the critics say
Writer(s): Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith, George Ross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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