And now we proudly present

Songs perverse and songs of lament

A couple hymns of confessionAnd 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

Whoa-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, oh-oh

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 of 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

Whoa

Yeah

Whoa-whoa-whoa