Build God, Then We'll Talk
Panic! At The Disco Song Lyrics

It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and fremont 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

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.

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 sleeping with the roaches and they taking best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains

And a few more of your least favorite things.