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Fall Out Boy lyrics

Album: Take This to Your Grave [2003]

Tracks11
 02  Dead on Arrival
 03  Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy
 04  Saturday
 05  Homesick at Space Camp
 06  Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here)
 07  Chicago Is So Two Years Ago
 08  The Pros and Cons of Breathing
 09  Grenade Jumper
 10  Calm Before the Storm
 11  Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over
 12  The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes
all Fall Out Boy lyrics



Dead on Arrival
Great Band. Listen.

I hope this is the last time.
Cause I'd never say no to you.
This conversation's been dead on arrival.
And there's no way to talk to you.
This conversation's been dead on arrival.

A rivalry goes so deep,
Between me and this loss of sleep,
Over you.

This is side one.
Flip me over.
I know I'm not you're favorite record.
The songs you grow to like never stick at first,
So I'm writing you a chorus,
And here is your verse.

No, it's not the last time.
Cause I'd never say no to you.
This conversation's still dead on arrival.
And there's no way to talk to you,
When you're dead on arrival.

A rivalry goes so deep,
Between me and this loss of sleep,
Over you.

This is side one.
Flip me over.
I know I'm not you're favorite record.
The songs you grow to like never stick at first,
So I'm writing you a chorus,
And here is your

Whoo!

This is side one.
Flip me over.
I know I'm not you're favorite record.
Soooo

This is side one.
Flip me over.
This is side one.
Flip me over.
I know I'm not you're favorite record.
The songs you grow to like never stick at first,
So I'm writing you a chorus,
And here is your verse.
Here is your...back to top
Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.

When I wake up, I'm willing to take my chances on the hope I forget
that you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you.

You need him. I could be him...
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.

Someday I'll appreciate in value, get off my ass and call you...but for the meantime I'll sport my
brand new fashion of waking up with pants on at 4:00 in the afternoon.

You need him. I could be him...
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.

1-2-3-4!

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.

(won't find out) he won't find out
(won't find out) he won't find out

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman. (he won't find out)
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.back to top
Saturday
I'm good to go and I'm going nowhere fast.
It could be worse I could be taking you there with me.
I'm good to go...but it looks like I'm still on my own.

I'm good to go for something golden,
though the motions I've been going through have failed.
I'm coasting on potential towards a wall at a hundred miles an hour.

When I say...

Two more weeks, my foot is in the door.
I can't sleep in the wake of saturday.
Saturday, when these open doors were open ended.

Pete and I said attacked Astoria with promise and precision
and mess of youthful innocence.
I read about the afterlife, but I never really lived more than an hour.back to top
Homesick at Space Camp
Landing on a runway in Chicago and I'm grounding all my dreams
of ever really seeing California, because I know what's in between is
something sensual in such non-conventional ways.

Tonight the headphones will deliver you the words that I can't say.
Tonight I'm writing you a million miles away.
Tonight is all about "We miss you."

And I can't forget your style or your cynicism, somehow it was like
you were the first to listen to everything we said.
My smile's an open wound without you...and my hands are tied to pages
inked to bring you back.

These friends are, new friends are golden.back to top
Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here)
I am such a sucker
And I'm always the last to know
My insides are copper
And I'd kill to make them gold
Conversation got me here: another night alone in the city
So make my bed the grave and shovel dirt onto my sheets

[Chorus:]
Every friend we ever had in common
I will sever the tie, sever the tie with you
You can thank your lucky stars
That everything I wish for will never come true

When you go, I will forget everything about you [x2]

I've seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you

Turn this up I'll tune you out
Another night alone in the city, yeah
Fake it like you matter-that's a lie we can both keep, ohh

[Chorus]

When you go, I will forget everything about you [x2]

I will forget when you go
I will forget everything about you when you go
I will forget everything about you

[Chorus]back to top
Chicago Is So Two Years Ago
My heart is on my sleeve.
Wear it like a bruise or black eye.
My badge,
My witness.
That means that I believed every single lie you said.

Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap negates
The pains I went through to avoid you.
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention
Fails to mention, I still hate you.

But there's a light on in Chicago,
And I know I should be home.
All the corners of the street signs,
They remind me of the pickup truck
Out in front of your neighbor's house.

She took me down and said,
"Boys like you are overrated, so save your breath."
Loaded words and loaded friends
are loaded guns to our heads.

Cause every pain of glass that your pebbles tap,
Negates the pains I went through to avoid you.
And every little pat on the shoulder for attention
Fails to mention, I still hate you.

But there's a light on in Chicago,
And I know I should be home.
All the corners of the street signs,
They remind me of the pickup truck
Out in front of your neighbor's house.

You want apologies.
Girl, you might hold your breath,
Until your breathing stops forever, forever.
The only thing you'll ever get
Is this curse on your lips.
I hope they taste of me forever.

But there's a light on in Chicago,
And I know I should be home.
All the corners of the street signs
They remind me of the pickup truck
Out in front of your neighbor's...

With every breath
I wish your body will be broken again, again.
With every breath
I wish your body will be broken again, again.

Well there's a light on.....back to top
The Pros and Cons of Breathing
Bury me standing under your window with the cinder block in hand
Yeah cause no one will ever feel like this again
And if I could move I'm sure it would only be to crawl back to you
I must have dragged my guts a block...they were gone by the time we
(talked)...

I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
But you know that I could crush you with my voice

Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details I don't want to know a thing

I hate the way you say my name like it's something secret
My pen is the barrel of the gun. Remind me which side you should be on.

I wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel.back to top
Grenade Jumper
Album - Take This to Your Grave




My heart ticks in beat with these kids that I grew up with.
Living like life's going out of style.
And you came to watch us play like a "big shot" talent,
But at the end of the day you know
Where we come from,
And where we call home.

Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
I know this is belated,
But we love you back.

They'll say it's not worth it.
So we'll leave this town in ruin.
Living like life's going out of style.
You came to watch us play like a "big shot" talent,
but at the end of the day you know,
Those busted lips we take back home.

Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
I know this is belated,
But we love you back.
Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
I know this is belated,
But we love you back.

I know you would be there either way.
I'm so glad it seems like these times will never fade.
I know you would be there either way.
I'm so glad it seems like these times will never fade.
So I'll tell everyone how much this means to me.

Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
I know this is belated,
But we love you back.
Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
I know this is belated,
We love you back.

I know you would be there either way.
I'm so glad it seems like these times will never fade.
Hey Chris, you were our only friend.
I know this is belated,
We love you back.back to top
Calm Before the Storm
Sat outside my front window
This story's going somewhere
He's well hung and I am hanging up
Well theres a song on the radio that says
Let's get this party started, let's get this party started
What you do on you own time's just fine
My imagination's much worse than I ever wanted to know
And what meant the world implodeded... inflated then demoted all my oxygen to product gas and suffocated my last chance
You said between your smiles and regrets
Dont say it's over
Dead and gone calm before the storm
Set it off, and the sun burnt out tonight
Reception less than warm
Set it off and the sun burnt out tonight
The next time the phone can wring my neck it gets no answer
And of the time that I've spent telling it my roots
I'm shaking in my boots
And still it looks at me like an old friend I've betrayed
The darkside of the doormat is the one your shoes have frayed
The sun burnt out tonightback to top
Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over
I could walk this fine line between elation and success, but we all
know which way I'm going so strike the stake between my chest.
Well "You have to prove yourself." You'll have to prove it to me.

So now you're waiting up for him...you're wasting time every time.

I can't do it by myself.back to top
The Patron Saint of Liars and Fakes
I'm holding out and I'm holding on to every letter and every grudge.
I pulled myself out of the day we ever had to meet.
Are you through with me?

When it all goes to hell will you be able to tell me you're sorry with
a straight face.

I'm all ears and I'm all scars to hear you tell me "Boy's like you you
try so hard to not look desperate."
I'm hanging on. But I still know the way to make your makeup run.

Take this to your grave and I'll take it to mine.back to top
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