Category: Panic At The Disco

Mad As Rabbits

G#                              Bb Come save me from walking off a windowsill C#sus2        G# or I’ll sleep in the rain. G#                        Bb Don’t you remember when I was a bird C#sus2      G# and you were a map? (Ebsus2 / Dsus2 / C#sus2) G#                         Bb Now he drags down miles in America C#sus2       G# briefcase in hand. G#                          

I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Am Oh, well imagine, as I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor, Dm                                                            F and I can’t help but to hear, no I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words: Am “What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!” says a bridesmaid to a waiter. Dm                                                               F “Yes, but what a shame,

I Have Friends In Holy Spaces

A       C#m                F#             Bm You remind me of a former love that I once knew Dm                         E And you carry a little speech with you A            C#m                          F# We were holding hands walking through the middle of the street Bm          Dm                E It’s fine with me, I’m just taking in the scenery D              Dm               Amaj7 

Folkin Around

G             Em         C         G Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two G                    Em Where summers lasted longer than Dsus2 Well longer than we do C              Em When nothing really mattered Esus4/A       Em Except for me to be with you C     Cadd9/B C/A      D/F#   G But in time we all forgot and we all grew

First Try

Dm              F              Bb This town just wasn’t made for two Dm                                 F               Bb But when the streets they call my name, what can I do? Dm                          F                Bb There’s a place I’d like to visit there someday Dm            F                  Bb And if you decline my invitation, what can I say? Dm Bb What can I

Do You Know What I’m Seeing

D# Clouds are marchin’ along Singin’ a song, just like they do If the clouds were singin’ a song I’d sing along, wouldn’t you too? If you just G#m knew what they could do Oh, if you just knew What would they do? D# And if the birds Are just hollow words Flyin’ D#m along,

Camisado

Bm             D The I.V. and your hospital bed G                            Em                      A This was no accident this was a therapeudic chain of events Bm This is the scent of dead skin on the linoleum floor D This is the scent of quarentine wings in a hospital G It’s not so pleasant and it’s not so conventional

But It’s Better If We Do

Am Now I’m of consenting age Dm To be forgetting you in a cabaret Am Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen Dm May even ask my name Am As she sheds her skin on stage Dm                                                  Am I’m sitting and sweating to a dance song on the club’s PA. Dm And the strip joint veteran

Build God Then Well Talk

B                        A D It’s these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street. B                          A Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing Fm                              D Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering. B                      A               Fm D The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde, B