Mad As Rabbits
Panic At The Disco - Pretty Odd
Come save me from walking off a windowsill
Or I'll sleep in the rain
Don't you remember when I was a bird
And now he drags down miles in America
The stove is creeping up his spine again
He took the days for pageant
With bushels of bad habits
And who could ask for anymore?
His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree
Preached the devil in the belfry
To learn his clothes had been thieved at the train station
Rope hung his other branch
And at the end was a dog called Bambi
Who was chewing on his parliaments
When he tried to save the calendar business
He tried to save the calendar business
He took the days for pageant
And became as mad as rabbits
With bushels of bad habits
Who could ask for anymore?
The poor son of a humble chimney sweep
So stay asleep and put on that cursive type
You know we live in a toy
You know that Paul Cates bought himself a trumpet from the salvation army
But there ain't no sunshine in his song
He took the days for pageant
With bushels of bad habits
Who could ask for anymore?