Mercenary – Panic! At The Disco

Just a dime store poet
Keeping pace, talking his face blue
Two dollar store tramps
To get a glance, a new chance at you

Walk past the dance floor
That’s always been a dear friend of mine
Cuckolds and concubines
Dancing in four, four time

“Hey, mister,” the bellman says. “I can only recall and spend some time,” I said
So he replies, “Then how do you manage?”
I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage

In love, I’ve always been a mercenary, but I never leave my post when the cash runs out
I want to make you quiver
Make your backbone shiver
Hey kid, take the stage and deliver
“Hey, mister,” the bellman says. “I can only recall and spend some time,” I said
So he replies, “Then how do you manage?”
I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage

“How does it feel to stand on the very stones that ran with your parent’s blood?
Do you feel sad? Full of rage? Or does that outfit help bury your feelings?
Hiding your true self?
You’re truly an extraordinary specimen; I look forward to breaking you”

I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage

“Hey, mister,” the bellman says. “I can only recall and spend some time,” I said
So he replies, “Then how do you manage?”
I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage

“Hey, mister,” the bellman says. “I can only recall and spend some time,” I said
So he replies, “Then how do you manage?”
I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage