I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Oh, well, imagine
As I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor
And I can't help but to hear
No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words

What a beautiful wedding!
What a beautiful wedding, says a bridesmaid to a waiter
And yes, but what a shame, what a shame
The poor groom's bride is a whore

I chime in with a: Haven't you people ever heard of
Closing a goddamn door?
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality

I chime in: Haven't you people ever heard of
Closing a goddamn door?
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of

Oh, well, in fact
Well, I'll look at it this way
I mean, technically our marriage is saved
Well, this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne

Oh! Well, in fact
Well, I'll look at it this way
I mean, technically our marriage is saved
Well, this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne
Pour the champagne

I chime in with a: Haven't you people ever heard of
Closing a goddamn door?
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality

I chime in: Haven't you people ever heard of
Closing a goddamn door?
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of

Poise and rationality
Again

I chime in: Haven't you people ever heard of
Closing a goddamn door?
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of poise and rationality

I chime in: Haven't you people ever heard of
Closing a goddamn door?
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things
With a sense of

Again