Panic! at the Disco - Build God, Then We'll Talk lyrics

It's these substandard motels on the
La la la la la
Corner of 4th and Fremont Street
Appealing only 'cause they're
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 a 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's 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
A 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

Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful
Caricature of intimacy

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 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 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