What Are The Lyrics To...?

Question

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

anyone?

Answer 1

The DA is dressed to the nines
In the mirror, he practises all his lines
To his closing argument, twelve hearts beat in favour
I'm guessing 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 wall
The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck girls
Only breathing with the aid of denial

Case open, case shut
Paint it closing like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his head, he can't
Isn't it tragic?

He glances at his peer sitting seven to twelve
Sacked on one to six
The gallery is hushed

Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
The city sleeps in a cell
Not withstanding what we all know
They hang on a rope with bated breath
Whichever you prefer

And everyone's looking for relief
A bidding war for an old friend's grief
The call for kid, the cosmic charm

There's not a word that can make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The press braced for whichever headlines run

Case open, case shut
You could paint it closing like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his head, he can't
Isn't it tragic?

Fresh pressed suit and tie
I am desperate, sing and die
Can't talk my way out of anything
The foreman reads the verdict:
"And the above entitled actions, we find the defendent,
Guilty, guilty, guilty"

Case open, case shut
You could paint it closing like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his head, he can't
Isn't it tragic?

Case open, case shut
You could paint it closing like a casket
Baby boy can't lift his head, he can't
Isn't it tragic?

Answer 2

" You're Crashing, But You're No Wave"

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 war
The verdict falls like bachelors or 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 this headache up...
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)

He glances at his peers sitting, seven to twelve sacked
On one to six the gallery is hushed
Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
The city sleeps in a cell not withstanding what we all know
Hang on a rope or baited breath
Whichever you prefer

And everyone's looking for relief
A bidding war for an old friend's grief
The coffin kid, the coffin's charm and the cause
Not a word that could make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The press prays for whichever headlines worse

Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift this headache up
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)

Fresh pressed suit and tie
I am desperate, 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..."

Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift this headache up
Isn't it tragic?
[x2]

(Whoaaa-ooo)

Answer 3

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
You're thrown, face the war
The verdict falls like bachelors or 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 this headache up...
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)

He glances at his peers sitting, seven to twelve sacked
On one to six the gallery is hushed
Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado
The city sleeps in a cell not withstanding what we all know
Hang on a rope or baited breath
Whichever you prefer

And everyone's looking for relief
A bidding war for an old friend's grief
The coffin kid, the coffin's charm and the cause
Not a word that could make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The press prays for whichever headlines worse

Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift this headache up
Isn't it tragic? (Whoaaa-ooo)

Fresh pressed suit and tie
I am desperate, sing and die
Can talk my way out of anything
The former reads the verdict
"In the above entitled actions we find the defendant
Guilty..."

Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can't lift this headache up
Isn't it tragic?
[x2]

(Whoaaa-ooo)

Answer 4

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 is looking forward to lead
The United States versus disbelief
Mothers cast tears on both sides of
The aisle
You’ve thrown, face the war
The verdict falls like badgering, but just like 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 head, he can’t
Isn’t it tragic?

He glances at his peers sitting, seven ‘till twelve
Stacked on one ‘till six the gallery is hushed
Boys in three pieces dream of
Grandstanding and bravado
The city sleeps in a cell
Not withstanding what we all know
Hang on a rope that bade him breath
Which ever you prefer


And everyone is looking for a leave
A bidding war for an old friend’s grief
The coffin kid, the coffin’s charm and
Cause, not a word that could make you comprehend
Too well dressed for the witness stand
The press raves for whichever headline wins

Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can’t lift his head, he can’t
Isn’t it tragic?

Fresh pressed suit and tie
I am pressed for sing and die
Can duck my way out of anything
The former reads the verdict
"In the above entitled action
We find the defendant
Guilty..."

Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can’t lift his head, he can’t
Isn’t it tragic?
Case open, case shut,
But you could pay to close it like a casket
Baby boy can’t lift his head, he can’t
Isn’t it tragic?