A Fever You Can`t Sweat Out Medley (Live)

Sit tight, I'm going to need you to keep time Come on, just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me Good, good, now we're making some progress Come on, just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well Don't you see I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be your eyes Camisado This is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor This is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital It's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional It sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal The anesthetic never set in and I'm wondering where The apathy and urgency is that I thought I phoned in No it's not so pleasant and it's not so conventional And it sure as hell ain't normal but we deal, we deal You're a regular decorated emergency You're a regular decorated emergency Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid Sit back, relax, sit back, relapse again Can't take the kid from the fight, take the fight from the kid Just sit back, just sit back Sit back, sit back, relax, relapse Sit back, sit back, woah Can't take the kid out of the fight The IV and your hospital bed This was no accident This was a therapeutic chain of events But It's Better If You Do Now I'm of consenting age To be forgetting you in a cabaret somewhere Downtown where a burlesque queen May even ask my name As she sheds her skin on stage I'm seated and sweating to a dance song On the club's PA The strip joint veteran sits two away Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified Peach and lime daiquiri And isn't this exactly where you'd like me I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know Praying for love in a lap dance And paying in naivety Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know Praying for love in a lap dance, oh But, but I'm afraid that I Well, I may have faked it And I wouldn't be caught dead D-dead, d-dead, d-dead in this place Well, I'm afraid that I That's right Well, I may have faked it And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da, da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da