Panic! At The Disco Build God, Then We'll Talk (Album Version) Lyrics

It's these substandard motels on the (lalalala) corner of 4th
and Freemont Street.
Appealing, only because they are just that un-appealing.
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 (lalalala)
eyes.
(along with the people inside.)

(inside) What a wonderful caricature of intimacy.
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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.
A wonderful caricature of intimacy.

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, as 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.)

(Inside) What a wonderful caricature of intimacy.
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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 before all the stains and a few more
of your least favorite things.
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Inside, What a wonderful caricature of intimacy.
[Repeat x2]

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
at the shade of the sheets before all the stains and a few more
of your least favorite things.
[Repeat x2]