Mad As Rabbits
Panic! at the Disco
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 any more? Yea who could have more. ...................................... (continues for verses and choruses following) We must reinvent love reinvent love reinvent looooove.