I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Oh, well imagine;
as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
And I can't help but to hear,
no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words:
What a beautiful wedding, what a beautiful wedding! Says the bridesmaid to a waiter.
Yes, but what a shame, what a shame,
the poor groom's bride is a whore.

I chime in with a Haven't you people ever heard of
closing the goddamn door?!
No, it's much better to face
these kinds of things with a sense
of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in Haven't you people
ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...

Well in fact
well I'll look at it this way,
I mean technically our marriage is saved!
Well this calls for a toast,
so pour the champagne!
Oh!
Well in fact well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved!
Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne!

I'd chime in with a Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Again...

I'd chime in Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
I'd chime in Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!
No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.
Again