Lyrics Panic! At The Disco – 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

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 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 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!

Stay where I can see you
Douse the lights!

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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!