Infinity On High-Fall Out Boy

 Infinity On High-Fall Out Boy Album Lyrics

Thriller

Yeah, what you critics said would never happen. We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it. To the fans that held us down, till everybody came around. Welcome it's here! Last summer we took threes across the board, but by fall, we were a cover story, now in stores. Make us poster boys for your scene, but we are making an acceptance speech. I found the safest place to keep all our old mistakes, every dot com's refreshing for a journal update. So long live the car crash hearts, cry on the couch and all the poets come to life. Fix me in forty-five, so long live the car crash hearts. Cry on the couch and all the poets come to life, fix me in forty-five. I can take your problems away with a nod and a wave, of my hand cause that's just the kind of boy that I am. The only thing I haven't done yet is die, and it's me and my plus one at the afterlife. Crowds are won and lost and won again, but our hearts beat for the diehards. So long live the car crash hearts, cry on the couch and all the poets come to life. Fix me in forty-five. So long live the car crash hearts, cry on the couch and all the poets come to life. Fix me in forty-five. Long live the car crash hearts. (Long live the car crash hearts) Long live the car crash hearts. (Long live the car crash hearts) Long live the car crash hearts, cry on the couch and all the poets come to life. Fix me in forty-five. Hehe, woo! Young! F-O-B Let's go! 

The Take Over, The Break's Over

Baby, seasons change but people don't, and I'll always be waiting in the back room. I'm boring but compensate. With headlines, and flash, flash, flash photography. But don't pretend you ever forgot about me, don't pretend you ever forgot about me. Wouldn't you rather be a widow, or a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion magazines. Widow or a divorcee? Don't pretend, it d-d-d-don't pretend. (We don't fight fair) (We don't fight fair) They say your head could be your prison, then these are just conjugal visits. People will dissect us till this doesn't mean a thing anymore. Don't pretend you ever forgot about me, don't pretend you ever forgot about me. Wouldn't you rather be a widow, than a divorcee? Style your wake for fashion magazines, ooh. A widow or a divorcee? Don't pretend, d-d-d-don't pretend. We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces. We're trapped and well concealed, in secret places, whoa. We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces. We're trapped and well concealed, in secret places. We don't fight fair (we don't fight fair) We don't fight fair. (we don't fight fair) We don't fight fair. We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces. We're trapped and well concealed, in secret places, whoa. We do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces. We're trapped and well concealed, in secret places. We don't fight fair. With smiles on our faces. We're trapped and well concealed, in secret places. We don't fight fair. Don't pretend you ever forgot about me. We don't fight fair, don't pretend you ever forgot about me. We don't fight fair. 

This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race

I am an arms dealer, fitting you with weapons in the form of words. And (don't really care which side wins) As long as the room keeps singing that's just the business I'm in. This ain't a scene, it's a damn arms race. This ain't a scene, it's a damn arms race. This ain't a scene, it's a damn arms race. I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress. I'm a leading man, and the lies I weave are, oh, so intricate. Oh, so intricate. I'm a leading man, and the lies I weave are, oh, so intricate. Oh, so intricate. I wrote the gospel on giving up. (You look so pretty sinking) But the real bombshells have already sunk. (prima-donnas of the gutter) At night we're painting your trash gold, while you sleep. Crashing not like hips or cars but more like p-p-p-parties. This ain't a scene, it's a damn arms race. This ain't a scene, it's a damn arms race. This ain't a scene, it's a damn arms race. Bandwagon's full, please catch another. I'm a leading man, and the lies I weave are oh so intricate. Oh, so intricate. I'm a leading man, and the lies I weave are oh so intricate. Oh, so intricate. All the boys who the dancefloor didn't love, and all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough, sing until you lungs give out. This ain't a scene, it's a damn arms race. This ain't a scene, it's a damn arms race. (Now you) this ain't a scene, it's a damn arms race. (Wear out the groove) This ain't a scene, it's a damn arms race. (Sing out loud) This ain't a scene, it's a damn arms race. (Oh, oh) this ain't a scene, it's a damn arms race. I'm a leading man, and the lies I weave are oh so intricate. Oh, so intricate. I'm a leading man, and the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate. 

I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You) 

Last year's wishes, are this year's apologies. Every last time I come home, I take my last chance to come home. I take my last chance, to burn a bridge or two. I only keep myself this sick in the head, cause I know how the words get you. We're the new face of failure, prettier and younger but not any better off. Bulletproof loneliness, at best, at best. Me and you, setting in a honeymoon. If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you. Me and you, setting in a honeymoon. If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you. Collect the bad habits, that you couldn't bear to keep. Out of the woods but I love, a tree I used to lay beneath. Kissed, tear stained red. From a sour bottle baby girl, with eyes the size of baby worlds. We're the new face of failure, prettier and younger but not any better off. Bulletproof, loneliness. At best, at best. Me and you, setting in a honeymoon. If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you. Me and you setting in a honeymoon, if I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you. Me and you, setting in a honeymoon. (a honeymoon) If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you. Me and you, setting in a honeymoon. (honeymoon) If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you. And the best, way to make it through. With hearts and wrists intact, is to realize. Two out of three ain't bad. Ain't bad. Me and you, setting in a honeymoon. If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you. Me and you (honeymoon) Setting in a honeymoon (honeymoon) Me and you, setting in a honeymoon (a honeymoon) If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you. Me and you, setting in a honeymoon (a honeymoon) If I woke up next to you, honeymoon. 

Hum Hallelujah

It's all a game of this or that, now verses then. Better off against, worse for wear. And you're someone, who knows someone, who knows someone I once knew. And I just want to be a part of this, the road outside my house is paved with good intentions. Hired a construction crew, cause it's hell on the engine. And you are the dreamer and we are the dream, I could write it better than you ever felt it. So hum hallelujah, just off the key of reason. I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light. A teenage vow in a parking lot, till tonight do us part. I sing the blues and swallow them too, my words are my faith, to hell with our good name. A remix of your guts, your insides X-rayed. And one day we'll get nostalgic for disaster, we're a bull, your ears are just a China shop. I love you in the same way, there's a chapel in a hospital. One foot in your bedroom, and one foot out the door. Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills. I could write it better than you ever felt it. So hum hallelujah, just off the key of reason. I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light. A teenage vow in a parking lot, till tonight do us part. I sing the blues and swallow them too. Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu- Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu-(hum hallelujah, hum hallelujah) A teenage vow in a parking lot, till tonight do us part. I sing the blues and swallow them too, so hum hallelujah, just off the key of reason. I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light. A teenage vow in a parking lot, till tonight do us part. Vow in a parking lot, till tonight do us part. A teenage vow in a parking lot, till tonight so us part. I sing the blues and swallow them too. 

Golden

How cruel is the golden rule, when the lives we lived are only golden-plated? And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me, and though I carry karats for everyone to see. And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies, and all the lovers with no time for me. And all of the mother's raise their babies. To stay away from me, tongues on the sockets of electric dreams. Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens. And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me. (too heavy for me) And though I carry karats for everyone to see (everyone to see) And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies. And all the lovers with no time for me, and all of the mothers raise their babies. To stay away from me. And pray they don't grow up to be. 

Thanks For The Memories

I'm gonna make it bend and break (it sent you to me, without wings) Say a prayer, but let the good times roll. In case God doesn't show. (let the good times roll, let the good times roll) And I want these words to make right, but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life. Who does he think he is? If that's the worst you've got, better put your fingers back to the keys. One night and one more time. Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great. He tastes like you, only sweeter. One night, yeah and one more time. Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories. See he tastes like you, only sweeter, oh oh oh oh oh oh. Been looking forward to the future, but my eyesight is going bad. And this crystal ball, it's always cloudy except for (except for) When you look into past (look into the past) One night stand (one night) (one night stand off) One night and one more time. Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great. He tastes like you, only sweeter. One night, yeah and one more time. Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories. See he tastes like you, only sweeter, oh oh oh oh oh. They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers, in hotel rooms, collecting page six lovers. Get me out of my mind, and get you out of those clothes. I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood, whoa. One night and one more time. Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great. He tastes like you only sweeter. One night, yeah, and one more time. (oh, oh) Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories. See, he tastes like you, only sweeter. Oh oh oh oh oh. One night and one more time (one night, one more time) Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great. He tastes like you only sweeter. One night, yeah, and one more time (one night, one more time) Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories. See, he tastes like you only sweeter. Oh oh oh oh oh. 

Don't You Know Who I Think I Am? 

Whoa, oh, oh, oh. Whoa, oh, oh, oh. A penny for your thoughts, but a dollar for your insides. Or a fortune for your disaster, and I'm just a painter and I'm drawing a blank. We only want to sing you to sleep, in your bedroom speakers whoa. We need umbrellas on the inside, get me just right. They say quitters never win, but we walk the plank on a sinking ship. There's a world outside of my front door, that gets off on being down. Oh, oh, oh, oh. I could learn to pity fools as I'm the worst of all, and I can't stop feeling sorry for myself. Whoa, oh, oh, oh. We only want to sing you to sleep, your bedroom speakers, whoa. We need umbrellas on the inside, get us right. They say quitters never win, but we walk the plank on a sinking ship. There's a world outside of my front door, that gets off on being down. They say quitters never win, but we walk the plank on a sinking ship. There's a world outside of my front door, that gets off on being down. We only want you to sing you to sleep (in your bedroom speakers, whoa) We only want to sing you to sleep, they say quitters never win. But we walk the plank on a sinking ship, there's a world outside of my front door. That gets off on being down. They say quitters never win, but we walk the plank, and we walk the plank. There's a world outside of my front, that gets off on being down. (We're broken down on memory lane) We're alone together, we're alone) (Whoa) Broken down on memory lane, we're alone together, we're alone. 

The (After) Life Of The Party

I'm a stitch away from making it, and a scar away from falling apart, apart. Blood cells pixelate and eyes dilate, and the full moon pills got me out on the street at night. Cut it loose, watch you work the room. Cut it loose, watch you work the room. Cut it loose, watch you work the room. Cut it loose, watch you work the room. Oh, put love on hold, young Hollywood. Is on the other line. Her nose runs ruby red, death's in a double bed. Singing songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate. Cut it loose, watch you work the room. Cut it loose, watch you work the room. Cut it loose, watch you work the room. Cut it loose, I'm a stitch away from making it. And a scar away from falling apart, apart. Blood cells pixelate and eyes dilate, kiss away young thrills, and kills on the mouths of all my friends. Cut it loose, watch you work the room. Cut it loose (watch you work the room) (I'm a stitch away) (I'm a stitch away) 

The Carpal Tunnel Of Love

We take sour sips, from life's lush lips. And we shake, shake, shake, the hips, in relationships. Stomp out this disaster town, you'll put your eyes to the sun and say, I know. You're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding. And we might've started singing just a little soon, we're throwing stones at a glass moon. Whoa. We're so miserable, and stunning. Whoa, love songs for the genuinely cunning. Whoa. We keep the beat, with you blistered feet. And we bullet the words at the mockingbirds singing, slept through the weekend and dreaming. of sinking with the melody of the cliffs of eternity. Got postcards from my former selves saying how you've been. We might've said goodbyes just a little soon, (stomp out this disaster town) Robbing lips and kissing banks under this moon. Whoa. We're so miserable and stunning. Whoa. Love songs for the genuinely cunning. Whoa. We're so miserable and stunning. Whoa. Love song for the genuinely cunning. Oh. It was ice cream headaches, and sweet avalanche. When the pearls in our shells got up to dance, you call me a bad tipper of the cradle. Tired yawns for fawns on hunter's lawns. We're the has-beens of husbands. Sharpening the knives of young wives. Take two years, and call me when you're better. Take teardrops of mine, find yourself wetter. Whoa. We're so miserable and stunning. Whoa. Love songs for the genuinely cunning. Whoa. We're so miserable and stunning. Whoa. Love song for the genuinely cunning. 

Bang The Doldrums

I wrote a goodbye note, in lipstick on your arm. When you passed out, I couldn't bring myself to call. Except to call it quits. Best friends, ex-friends till the end. Better off as lovers, and not the other way around. Racing through the city, windows down. In the back of, yellow-checkered cars. This city says, come hell or high water. When I'm feeling hot and wet, I can't commit to a thing. Be it heart or hospital. Best friends, ex-friends till the end. Better off as lovers, and not the other way around. Racing through the city, windows down. In the back of yellow-checkered cars. The tombstones are waiting, they were half engraved. They knew it was over, just didn't know the date. And I cast a spell over the West. To make you think of me, the same way I think of you. This is a love song in my own way. Happily ever after below the waist. Best friends, ex-friends till the end. Better off as lovers, racing through the city. Windows down, in the back of yellow-checkered cars. Best friends, ex-friends till the end. Better off as lovers, and not the other way around. Ex-friends, till the end. Better off as lovers. 

Fame < Infamy

I'm a preacher, sweating in the pew. For the salvation I'm bringing you, I'm a salesman, I'm selling you hooks and plans. And myself making demands, when I'm home alone, I just dance by myself. And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth. Signing off, I'm alright in bed, but I'm better with a pen. The kid was alright, but it went to his head. I-I am God's gift, but why would he bless me with. Such wit without a conscience equipped, I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, whoa. There's too much green to feel blue, when I'm home alone, I just can't stop myself. And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth. Signing off, I'm alright in bed, but I'm better with a pen. The kid was alright, but it went to this head. When I'm home alone, I just can't stop myself. And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth. Signing off, I'm alright in bed, but I'm better with a pen. I'm alright in bed, but I'm better with a pen. I'm alright in bed, but I'm better with a pen. The kid was alright, but it went to his head, yeah yeah yeah. Whoa, oh oh oh. 

You're Crashing, But You're No Wave

The D.A. is dressed to the nines, in the mirror he practices all his lines. To his closing argument, twelve hearts beat in favor. I'm guessing that he read the morning paper, the headline reads the man hangs, but the jury doesn't. And everyone's looking for relief. The United States versus disbelief. Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle, clear your throat and face the world. The verdict falls like bachelors, for bad luck girls. Only breathing with the aid of denial, case open case shut. But you could pay to close it like a casket, baby boy can't lift his headache head. isn't it tragic? Whoa (oh) He glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve, stacked on one to six the gallery is hushed. Boys in three pieces dream of grandstanding and bravado. The city sleeps in a cell notwithstanding what we all know. Hang on a rope or bated breath, whichever you prefer. And everyone's looking for relief, a bidding war for an old flame's grief. The cause, the kid, the course, the charm, and the curse. Not a word that could make you comprehend. Too well dressed for the witness stand, the press prays for whichever headline's worse. Case open, case shut. But you could pay to close it, like a casket. Baby boy can't lift his headache head, isn't it tragic? Whoa. Fresh pressed suit and tie. Unimpressed birds sing and die, can talk my way out of anything. The foreman reads the verdict, in the above entitled actions we find the defendant. Guilty (Guilty, guilty) Case open, case shut. But you could pay to close it like a casket, baby boy can't lift his headache head. Isn't it tragic? Case open, case shut. But you could pay to close it like a casket. Baby boy can't lift his headache head, isn't it tragic? Whoa. (oh) 

I've Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers

You're a canary, I'm a coal mine. Cause sorrow is just all the rage, take one for the team. You all know what I mean, and I'm so sorry, but not really. Tell the boys where to find my body, New York eyes, Chicago thighs. Pushed up the window to kiss you off, the truth hurts worse. Than anything, I could bring myself to do to you. The truth hurts worse, than anything, I could bring myself to do to you. Do you remember the way I held your hand? Under the lamp post and ran home, this way so many times. I could close my eyes, the truth hurts worse. Than anything, I could bring myself to do to you. The truth hurts worse, than anything, I could bring myself to do to you. The truth hurts worse, than anything I could bring myself to do to you. The truth hurts worse, than anything I could bring myself to do to you. The truth, the truth. Now press repeat. 

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