Fall Out Boy Lyric Book

7-9 Legendary

I got that midnight tennis elbow

Got the solitaire rugburn

Took a turn 

An ace up my sleeve

I want to choke

And get sick off of you 

Like secondhand smoke

Ya got me sweating like Calcutta nights

Such a sweet epiphany

I am a wing (wing)

I'm a prayer (prayer)

A thimble and an acorn

A promise from a poor apocathary- 

To an understudy in love forlorn

I'll give you heatstroke

I'm getting you and I'm losing me

We'd get legendary 

Tonight little darlin' 

Uh huh little darlin' 

But I've got a nomadic head

I love ya but I've caught the doom and the dread

We'd get legendary 

Tonight little darlin' 

Uh huh little darlin' 

But I've got a nomadic head

I love ya but I've caught the doom and the dread