20 Dollar Nose Bleed - Fall Out Boy

Have you ever wanted to disappear?

And join a monastery, go out and preach on Manic Street?

Who will I be when I wake up next to a stranger

On a passenger plane?

(Passenger plane)

Oh, permanent jet lag, please take me back (Please take me back)

Please take me back, oh ohh, I’m a stray dog

Sick, please let me in (Please let me in), the mad key’s

Tripping, singing vows before we exchange smoke rings

Give me a pen, call me Mr. Benzedrine

But don’t let the doctor in, I wanna blow off steam

And call me Mr. Benzedrine (Mr. Benzedrine)

But don’t let the doctor, don’t let the doctor in

It feels like fourteen carats, but no clarity, when I look at the

Man who would be king, the man who would be king

Goes to the desert, the same war his dad rehearsed

Came back with flags on coffins and said, «We won, oh, we won»

Permanent jet lag, please take me back (Please take me back)

Please take me back, oh ooh, I’m a stray dog

Sick, please let me in (Please let me in), the mad key’s

Tripping, singing vows before we exchange smoke rings

Give me a pen, call me Mr. Benzedrine

But don’t let the doctor in, I wanna blow off steam

And call me Mr. Benzedrine (Mr. Benzedrine)

But don’t let the doctor (ooh), don’t let the doctor in (ooh)

Ba ba ba ba Benzedrine, bla bla bla Benzedrine

Ba ba ba ba ba Benzedrine, ahh

Ba ba ba ba Benzedrine, bla bla bla Benzedrine

Ba ba ba ba ba Benzedrine, ahh

Only one book really matters, the rest

Of the proof is on the television, on the

Woo!

Call me Mr. Benzedrine

But don’t let the doctor in, I want to blow off steam

Call me Mr. Benzedrine (Mr. Benzedrine)

But don’t let the doctor, don’t let the doctor in, oh, uh huh, ooh…

Have you ever wanted to disappear?

It’s not me, it’s you

Actually, it’s the taxidermy of you and me

Untie the balloons from around my neck

And ground me

I’m just a racehorse on the track

Send me back to the glue factory

Always thought I’d float away

And never come back

But I’ve got enough miles on my card

To fly the boys home on my own

But you know me, I like being all alone

And keeping you all alone

And the charts are boring, and the kids are snoring

And my ego’s in a sling

You say you’re not listening and I said I’m wishing

And I said… I said!