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London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines Lyrics

from Fever You Can't Sweat Out

"London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines" is track #7 on the album Fever You Can't Sweat Out. It was written by Urie, Brendon/ross, Ryan/smith, Spencer/wilson, Brent.
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"London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines" is track #7 on the album Fever You Can't Sweat Out. It was written by Urie, Brendon/ross, Ryan/smith, Spencer/wilson, Brent.
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Stop stalling make a name for yourself
Boy, you better put that pen to paper and charm your way out
If you talk it, you better walk it, you better back your shit up
With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun

Start talking a sensationalist
Oh, he's slightly clever to just a certain extent
If you talk it, you better walk, you better keep your mouth shut
With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun

Panic meet the press
It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us to take a chance

Panic meet the press
It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us

Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzine
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word that we wrote

Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzine
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word that we wrote

I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs
Boy, you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue
If you talk it, you better walk it, you better back your shit up
With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun

Start talking a sensationalist
Oh, he's slightly clever to just a certain extent
Well, keep quiet, let us sing like the doves
Then decide if it's done with purpose or lack thereof

Just for the record, the weather today
Is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of
A. Indifference or
B. Disinterest in what the critics say

It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us

Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzine
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word that we wrote

Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzine
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word that we wrote

La da da da, la da da da
Whoa whoa
La da da da, la da da da
Whoa whoa

Just for the record, the weather today
Is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of
A. Indifference or
B. Disinterest in what the critics say

Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzine
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word that we wrote

Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzine
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word that we wrote

Just for the record, the weather today
Is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of
A. Indifference or
B. Disinterest in what the critics say

Songwriters
URIE, BRENDON/ROSS, RYAN/SMITH, SPENCER/WILSON, BRENT

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Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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