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Artist: Panic! At the Disco Album: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out Title: 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. Because I am a new wave gospel sharp, and you'll be thy witness So gentlemen, if you are going to preach then for God sakes preach with conviction!
Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning Come congregation, and 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-oh, the conductor is beckoning Come congregation, and 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 Because I for one can see no blood from their hearts or the wrists they allegedly slit And I for one wont stand for this If this scene were a parish you'd all be condemned.
Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning Come congregation, and 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-oh, the conductor is beckoning Come congregation, and 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-oh, the conductor is beckoning Come congregation, and 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-oh, the conductor is beckoning Come congregation, and 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.
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