I Constantly Thank God for Esteban - Panic! At The Disco

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-oh, 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-oh, 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’re 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 this scene were a parish, you’d all be condemned

Strike up the band!

Whoa-oh, 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-oh, 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-oh, 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-oh, 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!