Mad as Rabbits - Panic! At The Disco

Come save me from walking off a window sill

Or I’ll sleep in the rain

Don’t you remember when I was a bird

And you were a map?

And 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, and became as mad as rabbits

With bushels of bad habits, who could ask for anymore?

Yeah, who could have more?

His arms were the branches of a Christmas tree

Preached the devil in the belfry

He checked in to learn his clothes had been thieved

At the train station

The rope hung his other branch and at the end

Was a dog called Bambi

Who was chewing on his parliaments

When he tried to save the calendar business

He tried to save the calendar business

He took the days for pageant, and became as mad as rabbits

With bushels of bad habits, who could ask for anymore?

Yeah, who could have more?

The poor son of a humble chimney sweep

Fell to a cheap crowd

So stay asleep and put on that cursive type

You know we live in a toy

You know that Paul Cates bought himself a trumpet

From the Salvation Army

But there ain’t no sunshine in his song

We must reinvent love, reinvent love, reinvent love

He took the days for pageant, and became as mad as rabbits

With bushels of bad habits, who could ask for anymore?

Yeah, who could have more?

We must reinvent love, reinvent love, reinvent love