Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 20 Dollar Nose Bleed, artist - Fall Out Boy. Album song Folie à Deux, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
20 Dollar Nose Bleed |
Have you ever wanted to disappear? |
And join a monastery, go out and preach on Manic Street? |
Who will I be when I wake up next to a stranger |
On a passenger plane? |
(Passenger plane) |
Oh, permanent jet lag, please take me back (Please take me back) |
Please take me back, oh ohh, I’m a stray dog |
Sick, please let me in (Please let me in), the mad key’s |
Tripping, singing vows before we exchange smoke rings |
Give me a pen, call me Mr. Benzedrine |
But don’t let the doctor in, I wanna blow off steam |
And call me Mr. Benzedrine (Mr. Benzedrine) |
But don’t let the doctor, don’t let the doctor in |
It feels like fourteen carats, but no clarity, when I look at the |
Man who would be king, the man who would be king |
Goes to the desert, the same war his dad rehearsed |
Came back with flags on coffins and said, «We won, oh, we won» |
Permanent jet lag, please take me back (Please take me back) |
Please take me back, oh ooh, I’m a stray dog |
Sick, please let me in (Please let me in), the mad key’s |
Tripping, singing vows before we exchange smoke rings |
Give me a pen, call me Mr. Benzedrine |
But don’t let the doctor in, I wanna blow off steam |
And call me Mr. Benzedrine (Mr. Benzedrine) |
But don’t let the doctor (ooh), don’t let the doctor in (ooh) |
Ba ba ba ba Benzedrine, bla bla bla Benzedrine |
Ba ba ba ba ba Benzedrine, ahh |
Ba ba ba ba Benzedrine, bla bla bla Benzedrine |
Ba ba ba ba ba Benzedrine, ahh |
Only one book really matters, the rest |
Of the proof is on the television, on the |
Woo! |
Call me Mr. Benzedrine |
But don’t let the doctor in, I want to blow off steam |
Call me Mr. Benzedrine (Mr. Benzedrine) |
But don’t let the doctor, don’t let the doctor in, oh, uh huh, ooh… |
Have you ever wanted to disappear? |
It’s not me, it’s you |
Actually, it’s the taxidermy of you and me |
Untie the balloons from around my neck |
And ground me |
I’m just a racehorse on the track |
Send me back to the glue factory |
Always thought I’d float away |
And never come back |
But I’ve got enough miles on my card |
To fly the boys home on my own |
But you know me, I like being all alone |
And keeping you all alone |
And the charts are boring, and the kids are snoring |
And my ego’s in a sling |
You say you’re not listening and I said I’m wishing |
And I said… I said! |