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

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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?



(Whoaaa-ooo)



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