Pretty. Odd.	A Fever You Can't Sweat Out	Live in Chicago (CD/DVD)	PANIC! AT THE DISCO Collectors Box

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Title:	I Constantly Thank God For Esteban	Artist:	Panic! At the Disco	Album:	Fever You Can't Sweat Out
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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're gonna preach, for God sakes preach with conviction!

Strike up the band!
Whoa! 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.
(x2)

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 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 the scene were a parish you'd all be condemned.

Strike up the band!
Whoa! 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.
(x2)

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
Just stay where I can see you.
Douse the lights!
la da ta ta la da ta ta la da ta ta....

Strike up the band!
Whoa! 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.
(2x)

Don't you move!
Don't you move.
Strike up the band!