panic! at the disco - lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off (slowed)

all rights and ownership to she wants revenge

she wants revenge - these things (slowed)

Take On Me

[Verse]
What’s the cost of a whispered truth
When the echo swallows the proof
Why do we run when the ground stands still
Climbing backwards up the hill

[Prechorus]
Is the answer just a lie in disguise
Or a mirror reflecting our alibis

[Chorus]
Looking for questions to answer the lie
Everything backwards we don’t ask why
Voices cry out but no one hears
Deafening cries of an action so clear

[Verse 2]
What’s the weight of a shadow’s fall
Does it carry the weight of it all
If silence speaks louder than the noise
Are we just static lost in the void

[Bridge]
Do we rewind or break the tape
Is the future just a looped escape
The louder it gets the less we feel
Is the backward truth the only real

[Chorus]
Looking for questions to answer the lie
Everything backwards we don’t ask why
Voices cry out but no one hears
Deafening cries of an action so clear

The Deafening Silence

You ever have one of those days where gravity just isn't your friend? This one's for you.
"Woe To The Wobbly Waitress" is a short, chaotic blast of early 90s-inspired garage punk. We're talkin' raw, lo-fi, and DIY, with a frantic tempo, buzzsaw guitars, and shouted female vocals. It’s the story of a heroic deed gone horribly, painfully, and hilariously wrong.
Crank it up, smash a plate, and scream along.

Lyrics:

[Intro] 
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!
[Verse 1] 
Slingin' hash in this greasy pit Got a head full of static, I'm so sick of this shit! My coffee pot's a weapon, my apron is a shield But my own damn feet are a goddamn battlefield! Gravity's my nemesis, the floor's my biggest foe Every single shift is a disaster-stomp-and-go!
[Chorus] 
CRACK! SNAP! POP! THERE GOES THE ANKLE! THREE DAMN PLACES, A BRAND NEW ANGLE! WOE! TO THE WOBBLY WAITRESS! A WALKING, TALKING, BREAKING MESS!
[Verse 2] 
Some old dude's wheelchair gets stuck in the jamb "I'll help you out, sir! Yes I can, ma'am!" Gave a mighty shove, a heroic lurch Left me sprawled out on the floor of this greasy church! My tray of fries went airborne, a sickening CRUNCH Became the floor's disgusting, soggy lunch!
[Chorus] 
CRACK! SNAP! POP! THERE GOES THE ANKLE! THREE DAMN PLACES, A BRAND NEW ANGLE! WOE! TO THE WOBBLY WAITRESS! A WALKING, TALKING, BREAKING MESS!
[Bridge] 
They wrapped me up in plaster, told me "take a rest" Put my fucking charity to the test! Said I was a hero, so brave and so good WHILE I'M SERVING PANCAKES ON A CHUNK OF WOOD! Well, NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED, that’s the ugly truth! I got a splintered fibula for being sweet to youth!
[Guitar Solo]
[Outro] 
WOE TO ME! WOE TO ME! THREE! BROKEN! PLACES! THANKS FOR NOTHING! UGH!
[END]


Copyright Russell Nomer August 4, 2025 ASCAP Work ID 931338469 ISRC: QT5AM2538469


Woe To The Wobbly Waitress

This track was born out of a depressing and aimless time in frontman Candy June's life. No need to fret though, it was just a breakup. A breakup that hurt REAL bad for several months, but there's always light at the end of the tunnel! After the breakup, June (re-)assembled Dream Place, and out came the group's first song Fish Killer, telling the tale of feeling trapped despite being loved as well... then being thrown out of the house upon breaking up, enabling sweet sweet musical (and overall life) liberation-- go-figure!

We're currently [08/07/2025] working with a local artist to produce the Fish Killer cover art, so we've uploaded temporary track art.

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