Build God, Then We’ll Talk

• Panic! At The Disco
• A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out

It’s these substandard motels on the (La, la, la, la) corner of 4th and Fremont Street

Appealing only because they are just that unappealing

Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering

The rooms have a hint of asbestos

And maybe just a dash of formaldehyde

And the habit of decomposing

Right before your very (La, la, la, la) eyes

Along with the people inside

What a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Tonight tenants range from a lawyer and a virgin

Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie

She’s getting a job at the firm come Monday

The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney

Moonlighting aside, she really needs his money

Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy

Yeah

(Yeah)

And not to mention, the constable

And his proposition, for that virgin

Yes, the one the lawyer met with on strictly business

As he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before

After he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact

There was a terrible crash, (There was a terrible crash) between her and the badge

She spilled her purse and her bag

And held a purse of a different kind

There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses

It’s sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains

And a few more of your least favorite things

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses

It’s sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains

And a few more of your least favorite things

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses

And the sleeping with the roaches and the taking best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains

And a few more of your least favorite things