Released: September 27, 2005
Songwriter: Brendon Urie Spencer Smith Ryan Ross
Producer: Matt Squire
[Verse 1]
Give us this day, our daily dose of faux affliction
Forgive our sins, forged at the pulpit
With forked tongues selling faux sermons
'Cause 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
[Chorus]
Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it? Don't you get it? Now, don't you move
Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it? Don't you get it? Now, don't you move
[Post-Chorus]
Just stay where I can see you, douse the lights!
We sure are in for a show, tonight
[Verse 2]
In this little number, we're graced by two displays of character
We've got the gunslinger extraordinaire, a 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 this scene were a parish, you'd all be condemned
[Chorus]
Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it? Don't you get it? Now, don't you move
Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it? Don't you get it? Now, don't you, don't you move
[Bridge]
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!
Stay where I can see you, douse the lights!
[Chorus]
Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it no
Don't you get it? Don't you get it? Now, don't you move
Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it? Don't you get it? Now, don't you move
Don't you move, don't you move... strike up the band!
Give us this day, our daily dose of faux affliction
Forgive our sins, forged at the pulpit
With forked tongues selling faux sermons
'Cause 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
[Chorus]
Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it? Don't you get it? Now, don't you move
Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it? Don't you get it? Now, don't you move
[Post-Chorus]
Just stay where I can see you, douse the lights!
We sure are in for a show, tonight
[Verse 2]
In this little number, we're graced by two displays of character
We've got the gunslinger extraordinaire, a 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 this scene were a parish, you'd all be condemned
[Chorus]
Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it? Don't you get it? Now, don't you move
Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it? Don't you get it? Now, don't you, don't you move
[Bridge]
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!
Stay where I can see you, douse the lights!
[Chorus]
Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it no
Don't you get it? Don't you get it? Now, don't you move
Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoning
Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it, no
Don't you get it? Don't you get it? Now, don't you move
Don't you move, don't you move... strike up the band!
A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out
- Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off
- I Constantly Thank God for Esteban
- Intermission
- Camisado
- Introduction
- Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks
- Build God, Then We’ll Talk
- Time to Dance
- I Write Sins Not Tragedies
- But It’s Better If You Do
- The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage
- London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines
- There’s a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought of It Yet
- A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out (2005)
- Live in Denver (2006)
- High Hopes
- I Write Sins Not Tragedies
- Death of a Bachelor
- Emperor’s New Clothes
- This Is Gospel
- Say Amen (Saturday Night)
- Girls / Girls / Boys
- Victorious
- LA Devotee
- Don’t Threaten Me with a Good Time
- Roaring 20s
- Hey Look Ma, I Made It
- King of the Clouds
- Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off
- Dying in LA
- Miss Jackson
- Build God, Then We’ll Talk
- Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met...)
- The Ballad of Mona Lisa
- (Fuck A) Silver Lining
- Northern Downpour
- Hallelujah
- Crazy = Genius
- Nine in the Afternoon