"Roaring 20s" from Pray For The Wicked, out now patd.lnk.to/prayforthewicked Upcoming tour dates: panicatthedisco.com/tour Pray For The Wicked Winter ’19 Tour w/ Two Feet on sale June 22 Pray For The Wicked Summer ’18 Tour w/ A R I Z O N A & Hayley Kiyoko on sale now Site: panicatthedisco.com Facebook: facebook.com/panicatthedisco Twitter: twitter.com/panicatthedisco YouTube: youtube.com/panicatthedisco Instagram: instagram.com/panicatthedisco Spotify: spoti.fi/1CsbsdC Store: store.panicatthedisco.com LYRICS Broadway is black like a sinkhole Everyone raced to the suburbs And I’m on the rooftop with Curious strangers This is the oddest of summers Maybe I’ll medicate Maybe inebriate Strange situations I get anxious Maybe I’ll smile a bit Maybe the opposite But pray that they don’t call me thankless My tell-tale heart’s a hammer in my chest Cut me a silk-tie tourniquet These are my roaring 20’s I don’t even know me Roll me like a blunt Cause I wanna go home Roll me like a blunt Cause I wanna go home Oscars and Emmys and Grammys Everyone here is a trophy And I’m sippin’ bourbon The future uncertain The past on the pavement below me Maybe I’ll elevate Maybe I’m second rate So unaware of my status Maybe I’m overjoyed Maybe I’m paranoid Designer me up in Straight Jackets Hallucinations only mean That your brain is on fire But it’s Lord of the Flies In my mind tonight I don’t know if i’ll survive Lighters up if you’re feelin me Fade to black if you’re not mine Cause I just need a sign Or a signal inside

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