Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows)

Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) - Fall Out Boy

Lyrics by：Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump/Andy Hurley/Joe Trohman

Composed by：Pete Wentz/Patrick Stump/Andy Hurley/Joe Trohman

Produced by：Neal Avron

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters

But we never stood a chance

And I'm not sure if it matters

If you are the shores I am the waves begging for big moons-oons

I'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town no

Your secret's out

I know this hurts it was meant to

It was meant to

Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one

And it's mind over you don't don't matter

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters

But it must be said again that all us boys are just screaming

Into microphones for attention

Because we're just so bored oh

We never knew that you would pick it apart oh

I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts

Your secret's out

I know this hurts it was meant to

It was meant to

Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one

And it's mind over you don't don't matter

I used to obsess over living

Now I only obsess over you

Tell me you'd like boys like me better

In the dark lying on top of you

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters

This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters

Oh this has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters

I know this hurts it was meant to

It was meant to

Your secret's out and the best part is it isn't even a good one

And it's mind over you don't don't don't don't matter

From day one I talked about getting out

But not forgetting about

How all my worst fears are letting out

He said "Why put a new address

On the same old loneliness?"

When breathing just passes the time

Until we all just get old and die

Now talking's just a waste of breath

And living's just a waste of death

And why put a new address

On the same old loneliness?

And this is you and me

And me and you

Until we've got nothing left