I Constantly Thank God for Esteban
Panic! at the Disco Lyrics


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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
Strike up the band, whoa
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
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

Just stay where I can see you
Douse the lights
We sure are in for a show tonight

In this little number, we are graced by two displays of character
We've got the gunslinger extraordinaire
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

Strike up the band, whoa
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
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

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

Strike up the band, whoa
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
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

Overall Meaning

The song "I Constantly Thank God for Esteban" by Panic! at the Disco is a critique of the hypocrisy present in religious institutions. The lyrics denounce the fake afflictions and scripted sermons presented by religious leaders to an unsuspecting congregation. The lines "Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction, Forgive our sins, forged at the pulpit" mock the idea of religious devotion as a mere facade for personal gain.


The song then introduces two characters, a "gunslinger extraordinaire" and a "walking contradiction," who have allegedly slit their wrists. The lead singer expresses doubt about the authenticity of their tragedies, suggesting that they are fabrications for attention. He concludes that if this scene were a parish, they would all be condemned - a commentary on the judgment present in religious communities.


The chorus, "Strike up the band, whoa, The conductor is beckoning, Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it" is ironic in its tone. The conductor being beckoned is not God but a manipulative leader who calls for insincere performances of piety. The repeated line "Don't you get it?" is an appeal for the congregation to see through the deceit.


Overall, "I Constantly Thank God for Esteban" challenges the notion of religion as a means of control and encourages individuals to think for themselves and not be swayed by false prophets.


Line by Line Meaning

Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction
Begin the day with a fake sense of injury


Forgive our sins, forged at the pulpit
Pardon the transgressions made under the church's authority


With forked tongues selling faux sermons
Deceitful preachers preaching false messages


'Cause I am a new wave gospel sharp
I am a modernizer of religious music


And you'll be thy witness
You'll bear witness to my music


So gentlemen, if you're gonna preach
If you're going to preach


For God sakes preach with conviction
Preach with strong belief


Strike up the band, whoa
Begin the music


The conductor is beckoning
The leader is summoning the music to start


Come congregation, let's sing it like you mean it
Everyone sing with true passion


No, don't you get it? Don't you get it?
Do you not understand?


Now don't you move
Don't move


Just stay where I can see you
Remain visible


Douse the lights
Turn off the lights


We sure are in for a show tonight
Tonight's performance will be entertaining


In this little number, we are graced by two displays of character
This song illustrates two contrasting characters


We've got the gunslinger extraordinaire
There is a skilled and audacious character


Walking contradiction
This character is a paradoxical person


And I for one, can see no blood from the hearts
I don't believe these characters have suffered truly


And the wrists you allegedly slit
And the wrists you claim to have cut


And I for one, won't stand for this
I will not condone this behavior


If this scene were a parish you'd all be condemned
If this were a church, you would all be reprimanded


Don't you move, don't you move
Do not move


Strike up the band
Begin the music




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: George Ross, Spencer Smith, Brendon Urie

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