Let's Kill Tonight
Panic At The Disco - Vices & Virtues
Make room we're taking over here
You won't find me perching here again
May your feet serve you well
And the rest be sent to hell
Where they always have belonged
Cold hearts brew colder songs
With a song of pure romance
So stomp your feet and clap your hands…
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
May your feet serve you well
And the rest be sent to hell
Where they always have belonged
Cold hearts brew colder songs
With a song of pure romance
Stomp your feet and clap your hands…
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Show them all you're not the ordinary type
Show them all you're not the ordinary type