Build God, Then We'll Talk

It's these substandard motels,
On the on the corner of 4th and Freemont 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 a just dash of formaldehyde.
The habit of decomposing right before your very eyes.
(Along with the people inside.)

What 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.
A wonderful caricature of intimacy. (Yeah)

Oh, 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.
Well after he had left,
As she was fixing her face in a compact.
There was a terrible crash,
Between her and the badge.
She spilled her purse and her bag,
And held her purse of a different color

Along with the people inside.
What wonderful caricature of intimacy.
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy.

There are no raindrops on roses,
Or 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

The shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.

Inside what 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

The shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things