I Constantly Thank God for Esteban
Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction
Forgive our sins
Forged at the pulpit with forked tongues, selling faux sermons
'Cause I am a new wave gospel sharp
And you'll be thy witness
So gentlemen, if you're gonna preach
For God sakes, preach with conviction
Strike up the band, whoa-hoh
The conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you move
Strike up the band, whoa-hoh
The conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you move
Just stay where I can see you
Douse the lights
We sure are in for a show tonight
In this little number, we are graced by two displays of character
We've got the gunslinger extraordinaire, a walking contradiction
And I for one can see no blood
From the hearts and the wrists you allegedly slit
And I for one won't stand for this
If the scene were a parish, you'd all be condemned
Strike up the band, whoa-hoh
The conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you move
Strike up the band, whoa-hoh
The conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you
Don't you move
Just stay where I can see you
Douse the lights
We sure are in for a show tonight
Just stay where I can see you
Douse the lights
We sure are in for a show tonight
Stay where I can see you
Douse the lights
La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Strike up the band, whoa-hoh
The conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you move
Strike up the band, whoa-hoh
The conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you move
Don't you move
Don't you move
Strike up the band
Forgive our sins
Forged at the pulpit with forked tongues, selling faux sermons
'Cause I am a new wave gospel sharp
And you'll be thy witness
So gentlemen, if you're gonna preach
For God sakes, preach with conviction
Strike up the band, whoa-hoh
The conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you move
Strike up the band, whoa-hoh
The conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you move
Just stay where I can see you
Douse the lights
We sure are in for a show tonight
In this little number, we are graced by two displays of character
We've got the gunslinger extraordinaire, a walking contradiction
And I for one can see no blood
From the hearts and the wrists you allegedly slit
And I for one won't stand for this
If the scene were a parish, you'd all be condemned
Strike up the band, whoa-hoh
The conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you move
Strike up the band, whoa-hoh
The conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you
Don't you move
Just stay where I can see you
Douse the lights
We sure are in for a show tonight
Just stay where I can see you
Douse the lights
We sure are in for a show tonight
Stay where I can see you
Douse the lights
La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da
Strike up the band, whoa-hoh
The conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you move
Strike up the band, whoa-hoh
The conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it, don't you get it?
Now don't you move
Don't you move
Don't you move
Strike up the band
Credits
Writer(s): Brendon Urie, Spencer Smith, George Ross
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Other Album Tracks
- Introduction
- The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage
- London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines
- Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks
- Camisado
- Time to Dance
- Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off
- Intermission
- But It's Better If You Do
- I Write Sins Not Tragedies
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