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"Build God, Then We'll Talk" lyrics |
It's these substandard motels
On the on the corner of 4th and Freemont Street
Appealing, only because they are just that unappealing
Any practiced Catholic would cross themselves upon entering
The rooms have a hint of asbestos
And maybe a just dash of formaldehyde
And the habit of decomposing right before your very eyes
Along with the people inside
Oh, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Oh, 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, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy, 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.
Only hours before
Well after he had left
As 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
Oh, 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 bad chances
At the shade of the sheets 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 bad chances
At the shade of the sheets 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 bad chances
At the shade of the sheets 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 bad chances
At the shade of the sheets before all the stains
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