Bree!

Dedicated Panic fans are studying up on live videos to learn the lyrics to Pretty. Odd. songs-- lucky for them, those oh-so-giving boys posted the lyrics on their MySpace page! Now you don't have to mumble incoherently!


Mad as Rabbits

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 you were a map?
Now he drags down miles in America
briefcase in hand.
The stove is creeping up his spine again,
can't get enough trash.

He took the days for pageant
Became as mad as rabbits
With bushels of bad habits
Who could ask for anymore?
Yea who could have more.

His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree
preached the devil in the belfry.
He checked in
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.

The poor son of a humble chimney sweep
fell to a cheap crowd
So stay asleep and put on that cursive type
you know we live in a toy.
Paul Cates bought himself a trumpet from the salvation army
But there ain't no sunshine in his song
We must reinvent love.

She's a Handsome Woman

Innocence.
Sunk the glow and drowned in covers,
send for all your absent lovers things.

Sheepish Wolves.
Looking lived in eating buttons,
Wink, just don't put your teeth on me.

Accidents.
Let the evening in the backdoor,
filled the room ceiling to the floor.

Beat backbones.
Grazed the poem and made it strange,
I wasn't born to be a skeleton.

Go on,
grab your hat and fetch a camera.
Go on, film the world before it happens.

Jealous orchard.
The sky is falling off the ceiling
while I'm tucking fibs into a cookie jar.

Bombed reverie.
It's useless searching in the cupboards
when everything you have is on your back.


That Green Gentleman

Things are shaping up to be pretty odd.
Little deaths in musical beds.
So it seems I'm someone I've never met.

You will only hear these elegant crimes,
Fall on your ears from criminal dimes.
They spill unfound from a pretty mouth.

everybody gets there and everybody gets their way.
I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her,
Now I'm the only one to blame.

Things have changed for me, and that's okay.
I feel the same, I'm on my way, and I say.

I want to go where everyone goes,
I want to know what everyone knows
I want to go where everyone feels the same

I never said I'd leave the city,
I never said I'd leave this town.
A falling out we won't tiptoe about.

Nine in the Afternoon

Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as lovers can you know,
yea we're feeling so good.
Picking up things we shouldn't read
It looks like the end of history as we know,
It's just the end of the world.

Back to the street where we began
Feeling as good as love you could you can

Into a place where thoughts can bloom
Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon
And we know that it could be
And we know that it should
And you know that you feel it too.

Cause it's nine in the afternoon
And your eyes are the size of the moon
You could cause you can, so you do.
We're feeling so good, just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon.

Back to the street down to our feet,
losing the feeling of feeling unique.
Do you know what I mean?
Back to the place where we used to say,
Man it feels good to feel this way.
Now I know what I mean.

Back to the street, back to the place,
Back to the room where it all began.
(This song will also appear on the 'Heroes' soundtrack!)

We're so starving
Oh how it's been so long,
We're so sorry we've been gone
We were busy writing songs for you.

You don't have to worry, cause we're still the same band.
You don't have to worry, you don't.

And hey, this is FIVE whole songs-- we tossed out some fake reviews earlier this week (as a mockery of Maxim mag's review-without-listening stunt) but now we're well on our way to being able to complete a REAL review!