Mercenary Panic! at the Disco

[Verse 1]
Just a dime store poet
Keeping pace, talking his face blue
Two dollar store tramps
To get a glance, a new chance at you
Walk past the dance floor
It’s always been a dear friend of mine
Cuckolds and concubines
Dancing in four-four time

[Chorus]
“Hey, mister!” the bellman says
“I can only recall last night's hotel," I said
So he replies, “And how do you manage?”
I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage

[Verse 2]
In love I've always been a mercenary
But I never leave my post when the cash runs out
I wanna make you quiver, make your backbone shiver
"Hey kid!", take the stage and deliver

[Chorus]
“Hey, mister!” the bellman says
“I can only recall last night's hotel," I said
So he replies, “And how do you manage?”
I dodge the blast, and apologize for collateral damage
(Collateral damage, collateral damage, collateral dama—, collateral—)