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A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out
01. Introduction
02. The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage
03. London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines
04. Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks
05. Camisado
06. Time to Dance
07. Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off
08. Intermission
09. But It’s Better If You Do
10. I Write Sins Not Tragedies
11. I Constantly Thank God for Esteban
12. There’s a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought of It Yet
13. Build God, Then We’ll Talk
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention, 'cause that's just ridiculously odd

Well, she sure is gonna get it
Here's the setting
Fashion magazines, line the walls now
The walls line, the bullet holes

Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh, no, no
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger, all wrong
Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh, no, no
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger, all wrong

Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention
Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break
When I say, "Shotgun," you say, "Wedding"
Shotgun, wedding, shotgun, wedding

She didn't choose this role
But she'll play it and make it sincere
So, you cry, you cry
Give me a break

But they believe it from the tears
And the teeth right down to the blood at her feet
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine Dreams
Give me a break, break, break

Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh, no, no
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger, all wrong
Have some composure, where is your posture? Oh, no, no
You're pulling the trigger, pulling the trigger, all wrong

Come on, this is screaming, "Photo op, op!"
Come on, come on
This is screaming
This is screaming
This is screaming, "Photo op!"

Boys will be boys, baby
Boys will be boys
Boys will be boys, baby
Boys will be boys

Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention
Give me envy, give me malice, baby, give me a break
When I say, "Shotgun," you say, "Wedding"
Shotgun, wedding, shotgun, wedding

Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and boys will be boys
Boys will be boys
Hiding in estrogen and wearing Aubergine Dreams