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[corbae]

Fall Out Boy released another song from Folie a Deux. As usual, Patrick is sometimes indecipherable.

My lyric guesses are behind the cut.


Mister sandman showing his [beam? bean?]
When he walks into the room the walls lean in to listen.
Surfed [out?] brainwaves flick back and forth like old headlights Sniffing model glue again*

Head like a steel trap wish I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t,
I don’t just want to be a footnote in someone else’s happiness

And does your husband know the way that the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?
Does he know the way, does he know the way,
Of the crickets that would convince me to call it a night.

I will never end up like him, behind my back I already am.
Keep a calendar this way you will always know

The last time you came through, oh darling, I know what you’re going through.
The last time you came through, oh darling oh darling oh darling.

Aw Tempest in a teacup, get unique.
Peroxide princess** shine like shark teeth.
It’s a sign (it’s a sign) It’s a sign (it’s a sign)
It’s a sign, what if you peaked[/peeked]* early?

And does your husband know the way that the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?
Does he know the way, does he know the way,
Of the crickets that would convince me to call it a night.

Does he does he know the way to worship [all alone? our love? other?]
Does your husband know the way that the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?

I will never end up like him, behind my back I already am.
Keep a calendar this way you will always know.

The last time you came through, oh darling, I know what you’re going through.
The last time you came through, oh darling oh darling oh darling.

Does your husband know, does your husband know does he know,
Does he know does he know does he know?

I will never end up like him, behind my back I already am.
Keep a calendar this way you will always know.

The last time you came through, oh darling, I know what you’re going through.
The last time you came through, oh darling, I know what you’re going through.


This is the longest song title from the album, but damn is it long.

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* Credit to tipsofpencils
** Credit to suiteheart

an old buzznet entry has the lines:
surfed brainwaves flick back and forth like old headlights,
sniffing model glue again.
a head like a steel trap.
pixie.