Brendon Urie - Build God, Then We'll Talk lyrics

[Verse 1] It's the 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-la eyes [Chorus] Along with the people inside What a wonderful caricature of intimacy Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] Along with the people inside What a wonderful, caricature of intimacy Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy [Bridge] 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 [Refrain] Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy [Bridge] 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