This track from Panic! at the Disco delves into the pressures and disillusionments of emerging artists in the music industry. The lyrics critique the commercialization of art, highlighting how musicians often feel compelled to conform to industry standards to gain recognition and success ("make us it, make us hip, make us scene"). The repeated references to "wet dream for the webzines" underscore a cynical view of how media and public perception can superficially elevate artists without genuine appreciation for their creative integrity. The song conveys a sense of frustration and defiance against these constraints, urging artists to remain true to their unique voice despite external pressures and criticism.
London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines
Lyrics
Stop stalling, make a name for yourself
Boy, you better put that pen to paper, charm your way out
If you talk, you better walk
You 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, you better walk
You better keep your mouth shut
With more than good hooks
While you're all under the gun
Panic, meet the press
It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us to take a chance
Panic, meet the press
It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us
Well, we're just a wet dream for the web scene
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word we wrote
Well, we're just a wet dream for the webzine
Make us it, make us hip, make us scene
Or shrug us off your shoulders
Don't approve a single word that we wrote
I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs
Boy, you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue
If you talk, you better walk
You 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
Oh, keep quiet let us sing like the doves
Then decide if it's done with purpose or lack thereof
Just for the record
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of
A indifference, or B disinterest in what the critics say
It's time for us to take a chance
It's time for us
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
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 that we wrote
Just for the record
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of
A indifference, or B disinterest in what the critics say
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 that we wrote
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 that we wrote
Just for the record
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of
A indifference, or B disinterest in what the critics say
Writer(s): Brendon Urie, Brent Wilson, George Ross, Ryan Ross, Spencer Smith
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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