From Under The Cork Tree Lyrics - 2005

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I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed
In my aching head I got my kisses slipped
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back
It's true - romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head

And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince
Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break
It was never about the songs, it was competition
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest....

Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashioned, we're last chances
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashioned, we're last chances

I'm casualty-obsessed and I've forgiven death
I am indifferent yet (I'm a total wreck)
I'm every cliche, but I simply do it best

And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince
Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break
It was never about the songs, it was a competition
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest....

Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashioned, we're last chances
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashioned, we're last chances

(Go!)

I went to sleep a poet, and I woke up a fraud
To calm your nervers I'm feeling for my clothes in the dark

Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashioned, we're last chances

Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high-fashioned, we're last chances
Which came first, the music or the misery?
We're high fashioned, we're last chances