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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