[00:00.00] 作词 : Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump/Wesley Eisold
[00:06.22]We take sour sips
[00:09.26]From life's lush lips
[00:13.36]And we shake shake shake the hips
[00:16.30]In relationships
[00:19.60]Stomp out, This disaster town
[00:24.13]You'll put your eyes to the sun and say “I know
[00:27.19]You're only blinding to keep back
[00:29.12]what the clouds are hiding”
[00:33.78]And we might have started singing just a little soon
[00:37.86]
[00:40.60]We're throwing the stones at a glass moon
[00:47.89]Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
[00:54.59]Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
[01:03.64]
[01:04.37]We keep the beat
[01:07.38]With your blistered feet
[01:11.29]We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
[01:18.46]Slept through the weekend
[01:20.59]And dreaming
[01:21.86]Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity
[01:24.57]Got postcards from my former selves
[01:28.92]saying “How you been?”
[01:31.69]We might have said goodbyes just a little soon
[01:36.22]（Stomp out this disaster town）
[01:38.71]Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon
[01:45.82]Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
[01:52.72]Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
[01:59.35]Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
[02:06.14]Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
[02:13.59]It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
[02:16.91]When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
[02:20.35]You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
[02:23.21]Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
[02:26.56]We're the has-beens of husbands
[02:29.93]Sharpening the knives of young wives
[02:33.40]Take two years and call me when you're better
[02:36.78]Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
[02:40.67]Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
[02:47.02]Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
[02:54.24]Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
[03:00.60]Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
[03:11.55]END

作词 : Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump/Wesley Eisold
We take sour sips
From life's lush lips
And we shake shake shake the hips
In relationships
Stomp out, This disaster town
You'll put your eyes to the sun and say “I know
You're only blinding to keep back
what the clouds are hiding”
And we might have started singing just a little soon
We're throwing the stones at a glass moon
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
We keep the beat
With your blistered feet
We bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing
Slept through the weekend
And dreaming
Of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity
Got postcards from my former selves
saying “How you been?”
We might have said goodbyes just a little soon
（Stomp out this disaster town）
Robbing lips, kissing banks under this moon
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
It was ice cream headaches and sweet avalanche
When the pearls in our shells got up to dance
You call me a bad tipper of the cradle
Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns
We're the has-beens of husbands
Sharpening the knives of young wives
Take two years and call me when you're better
Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning
Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning
END