機械が書いたロンドンが招いたお金の歌の歌詞

Stop stalling. Make a name for yourself.
Boy you better put that pen to paper and charm your way out.
If you talk it better walk it better back your shit up
with more than good hooks. While you're all under the gun
Start talking. "a sensationalist"
oh he's slightly clever to just a certain extent
If you talk it better walk it better keep your mouth shut

(panic at the disco：meet the press)
It's time for us to take a chance.

Oh and, just for the record,
the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of：
A. Indifference and(or)
B. Disinterest in what the critics say
I'm burning, and I'm blacking my lungs
(this happens if you keep your mouth shut)
boy you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue
Start talking. "a sensationalist"
oh he's slightly clever, to just a certain extent.
Keep quiet! Let us sing like the doves,
then decide if it's done with purpose or lack thereof.

Well we're just a wet dream for the webzines,
make us it make us hip make us scene
Or. Shrug us off your shoulders.
Don't approve a single word we wrote
(oh oh oh blessed objectivity)