I am an arms dealer,-- Fall Out Boy
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words....
This ain't a scene, it’s a goddamned arms race!
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:-- from Panic At The Disco's "I Write Sins Not Tragedies"
"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'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!" No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality....
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....