Lyrics to Build God, Then We'll Talk by Panic! At The Disco It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont 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 just a dash of formaldehyde, And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) e..