I Constantly Thank God For Esteban Lyrics

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 are gonna preach
For God sakes preach with conviction

Strike up the band
Whoa, 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, 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
Walking contradictions

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, 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, 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

Strike up the band
Whoa, 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, 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

Panic! At The Disco - A Fever You Can't Sweat Out

Sep 2005

1. Introduction
2. The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage
3. London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines
4. Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks
5. Camisado
6. Time To Dance
7. Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off
8. Intermission
9. But It's Better If You Do
10. I Write Sins Not Tragedies
11. I Constantly Thank God For Esteban
12. There's A Good Reason These Tables are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet
13. Build God, Then We'll Talk