and now we proudly present
songs perverse and songs of lament
acouple hymns of confession
and song that recognize our sick obsessions
so sing along, i'm on the ugly organ again
sing along, i'm on the ugly organ
so let's begin
there's no use to keep a secret
everything i hide ends up in lyrics
so read on, accuse me when you're done
if it sounds like i did you wrong

our father who art in heaven
save me from the wreck i'm about to drown in
didn't i learn anything
counting out my sins on rosery beads?
The reverend plays on the ugly organ;
he spews out his sweet and salty sermon
on the audience.

...So why do I think I'm any different?

I've been making money off my indifference.
We all pass the hat around,
'This is my body', this is the blood I found
on my hands after I wrote this album.
Play it off as stigmata for crossover fans...
some red handed sleight of hand.

whoa oh