And now, we proudly present
Songs of perverse and songs of lament
A couple hymns of confession,
And songs that recognize our sick obsessions.
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
woah-oh
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 rosary beads?
The reverend plays on the ugly organ; uh-huh
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 side of hand
Woah-oh
