Post by roxanne on Jun 9, 2008 19:47:28 GMT -5
Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends"
We're the kids who feel like dead ends
And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses
I took a shot and didn't even come close
At trust and love and hope
And the poets are just kids who didn't make it
And never had it at all
There were always the kids that were different. They spent Friday nights with their best friends, rocking out in their garage and trying to write something that one day that might just land them on MTV. Music wasn't just something to hear; to them, it was the air they breathed and the blood in their veins.
And the record won't stop skipping
And the lies just won't stop slipping
And besides my reputation's on the line
We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead
From comparing myself to everyone else around me
Pete Wentz, the bassist and lyricist of the Chicago-based Fall Out Boy, knows about those kind of kids out there. He knows how they think, how they operate, and what they want. And what they want know, he believes, is a tour. So with some heavy convincing of his band's record label, Fueled by Ramen, they allow Ramen bands who wished to tour across America do so. Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, Cobra Starship, The Academy Is..., Paramore, and Gym Class Heroes are going to be heating up stages and busting speakers.
Please put the doctor on the phone 'cause I'm not making any sense
Blame everyone but me for this mess
And my back has been breaking from this heavy heart
We never seemed so far
I'm hopelessly hopeful, you're just hopeless enough
But we never had it at all
Touring is hard work, but the bands are having fun being together for this once-in-a-lifetime "Warped Tour" like experience. But will being together so long start to cause more than what they asked for? Tensions can start growing high as friendships, lust, romance and more start to brew. Can they last so long together, or was the whole tour a bad idea?
Welcome to Dead End Kids.
plot | rules | canon characters | original characters
We're the kids who feel like dead ends
And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses
I took a shot and didn't even come close
At trust and love and hope
And the poets are just kids who didn't make it
And never had it at all
There were always the kids that were different. They spent Friday nights with their best friends, rocking out in their garage and trying to write something that one day that might just land them on MTV. Music wasn't just something to hear; to them, it was the air they breathed and the blood in their veins.
And the record won't stop skipping
And the lies just won't stop slipping
And besides my reputation's on the line
We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead
From comparing myself to everyone else around me
Pete Wentz, the bassist and lyricist of the Chicago-based Fall Out Boy, knows about those kind of kids out there. He knows how they think, how they operate, and what they want. And what they want know, he believes, is a tour. So with some heavy convincing of his band's record label, Fueled by Ramen, they allow Ramen bands who wished to tour across America do so. Fall Out Boy, Panic! at the Disco, Cobra Starship, The Academy Is..., Paramore, and Gym Class Heroes are going to be heating up stages and busting speakers.
Please put the doctor on the phone 'cause I'm not making any sense
Blame everyone but me for this mess
And my back has been breaking from this heavy heart
We never seemed so far
I'm hopelessly hopeful, you're just hopeless enough
But we never had it at all
Touring is hard work, but the bands are having fun being together for this once-in-a-lifetime "Warped Tour" like experience. But will being together so long start to cause more than what they asked for? Tensions can start growing high as friendships, lust, romance and more start to brew. Can they last so long together, or was the whole tour a bad idea?
Welcome to Dead End Kids.
plot | rules | canon characters | original characters
(lyrics©falloutboy)
(icons©livejournal)