Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > Blast to the Past?
Author notes: I'm very sorry for the lack of updates. I've been pretty busy. I also sort of lost interest in this. I like typing on my brother's laptop. This sort of renewed my interest. So... you can thank him for this. ;D
Disclaimer: This is not real. I do not own panic and their lyrics. I do own their album, the alien, and the plotline.
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The shapeless form was confused. First, it didn't know/speak English. It only spoke/knew Ugbark, a native language. So, the lifeless form waddles back to the spaceship and looks for the translator. He finds it in a kitchen cabinet and waddles back to the silver box. He holds the translator to the silver box and it translates the message. However, the alien is still confused. What is this craziness? There was trouble at a disco party? The alien decided to open up the box to find out more about this trouble at the party.
There were a bunch of small contraptions inside the box. Inside the box were a few books, a lot of CDs, two guitars, two bass guitars, a pair of bongo drums, and a microphone. Many of the books had many weird symbols. Luckily, this alien studies music theory and immediately recognizes the notes. The alien decides to take the guitar and strum the notes. The title of the song the book was flipped to was Camisado, according to the translator. The alien guesses that the many unknown characters that it sees may be the lyrics to the song...
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back,
You can take the kid out of the fight
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back,
You can take the kid out of the fight
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events.
The alien reads over the lyrics and is quite confused. Maybe there was a drunken man at the disco and he had to go to hospitals? The alien thought that if it reads more, then the alien might understand more. The alien flips to the first page and the translator reads the title of the next song, Time to Dance. Perhaps the beginning can describe the chaos of this disco party?
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention.
Cause that's just ridiculously on.
Well, she sure is going to get it...
Disclaimer: This is not real. I do not own panic and their lyrics. I do own their album, the alien, and the plotline.
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The shapeless form was confused. First, it didn't know/speak English. It only spoke/knew Ugbark, a native language. So, the lifeless form waddles back to the spaceship and looks for the translator. He finds it in a kitchen cabinet and waddles back to the silver box. He holds the translator to the silver box and it translates the message. However, the alien is still confused. What is this craziness? There was trouble at a disco party? The alien decided to open up the box to find out more about this trouble at the party.
There were a bunch of small contraptions inside the box. Inside the box were a few books, a lot of CDs, two guitars, two bass guitars, a pair of bongo drums, and a microphone. Many of the books had many weird symbols. Luckily, this alien studies music theory and immediately recognizes the notes. The alien decides to take the guitar and strum the notes. The title of the song the book was flipped to was Camisado, according to the translator. The alien guesses that the many unknown characters that it sees may be the lyrics to the song...
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relax
Just sit back, just sit back
Just sit back and relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
You're a regular decorated emergency
You're a regular decorated emergency
This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor
This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where
The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in
It's not so pleasant.
And it's not so conventional
It sure as hell ain't normal
But we deal, we deal
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back,
You can take the kid out of the fight
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
You're a regular decorated emergency
The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake
You've earned a place atop the ICU's hall of fame
The camera caught you causing a commotion on the gurney again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Sit back, relax
Sit back, relapse again
Can't take the kid from the fight
take the fight from the kid
Just sit back, just sit back
Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse
Sit back, sit back,
You can take the kid out of the fight
The I.V. and your hospital bed
This was no accident
This was a therapeutic chain of events.
The alien reads over the lyrics and is quite confused. Maybe there was a drunken man at the disco and he had to go to hospitals? The alien thought that if it reads more, then the alien might understand more. The alien flips to the first page and the translator reads the title of the next song, Time to Dance. Perhaps the beginning can describe the chaos of this disco party?
Well, she's not bleeding on the ballroom floor
Just for the attention.
Cause that's just ridiculously on.
Well, she sure is going to get it...
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