w.a.m.s.
w.a.m.s.

Fall Out Boy - w.a.m.s. Lyrics

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w.a.m.s. Lyrics

I'm a young one
Stuck in the box
Of an old ones head
When all the others were just stirring awake
I'm trying to trick myself to fall asleep again

Whoa
My head's in heaven
My soles are in hell
Let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well

Hurry, hurry
You put my head in such a flurry, flurry
What makes you so special?
What makes you so special?
I'm gonna leave you
I'm gonna teach you
How we're all alone
(How we're all alone, how we're all alone)

Give me, build me
It's your club, so let me in (let me in) oh
Knowing how heartwarming
It is inside your skin

My head's in heaven
My soles are in hell
Let's meet in the purgatory of my hips and get well

Hurry, hurry
You put my head in such a flurry, flurry
What makes you so special?
What makes you so special?
I'm gonna leave you
I'm gonna teach you
How we're all alone
(How we're all alone, how we're all alone)

Oh, oh
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh)

Hurry, hurry
You put my head in such a flurry, flurry
What makes you so special?
What makes you so special?
I'm gonna leave you
I'm gonna teach you
How we're all alone
(How we're all alone, how we're all alone)

Oh, oh
Hmm, hmm,

Baby, if you don't take your medication
We won't sleep for days
We won't sleep for days

And Mama, when we pray to the Lord
Doesn't sit or stay
Doesn't sit or stay

We waste it all in the back of a long dark car
And I'm sunshine machine

Uh, I want to get stuck, uh
I want to get stuck
And be
In your memories.
Hmm, oh

Writer(s): PETER WENTZ, PATRICK STUMP, JOSEPH TROHMAN, ANDREW HURLEY, PHARRELL WILLIAMS
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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What is the Meaning of w.a.m.s.?

Talking about the golden solution, the thin line where utter crap and brilliant excellency can meet, team up and chill out sipping down some tea. The place where crap asks excellency "would like some more sugar, dear?" and excellency goes "no, thank you dear, I'm fine". Of course, it'all a euphemism, you silly.

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