Build God, Then We’ll Talk Panic! at the Disco

[Verse 1]
It's these 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 the habit of decomposing
Right before your very, la-la-la-la, eyes

[Chorus]
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

[Post-Chorus]
Tonight's 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 missus will stay with the cheating attorney
Moonlighting aside, she really needs his money
A wonderful caricature of intimacy
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
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 missus
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