I Constantly Thank God For Esteban

Give us this day our daily dose of faux afflictionForgive our sinsForged at the pulpit with forked tongues selling faux sermons.Because I am a new wave gospel sharp, and you'll be thy witnessSo gentlemen, if you are going to preach, for God sakes preach with conviction!Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoningCome congregation, let's sing it like you mean itNo. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoningCome congregation, let's sing it like you mean itNo. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.Just stay where I can see you. Douse the lights!We sure are in for a show tonightIn this little number we're graced by two displays of character,We've got: the gunslinger extraordinaire walking contradictions And I for one can see no blood from the hearts and the wrists you allegedly slitAnd I for one wont stand for this if this scene were a parish you'd all be condemned.Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoningCome congregation, let's sing it like you mean itNo. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoningCome congregation, let's sing it like you mean itNo. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you, don't you move.Just stay where I can see you Douse the lights!We sure are in for a show tonightJust stay where I can see youDouse the lights!We sure are in for a show tonightStay where I can see youDouse the lights!Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoningCome congregation, let's sing it like you mean itNo. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.Strike up the band! Whoa-oh, the conductor is beckoningCome congregation, let's sing it like you mean itNo. Don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move.Don't you moveDon't you moveStrike up the band!