Build God, Then We'll Talk lyrics

It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street

Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing

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 (lalalala) eyes

Along with the people inside

What a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Tonight 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 Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney

Moonlighting aside, she really needs his money

Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy

Yeah (Yeah)

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 Mrs. 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

Along with the people inside

What a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses

It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains

And a few more of your least favorite things

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses

It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains

And a few more of your least favorite things

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses

It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains

And a few more of your least favorite things

Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses

And sleeping with the roaches and they taking best guesses

At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains

And a few more of your least favorite things