And now, we proudly presentsongs perverse and songs of lamentA couple hymns of confession,and songs that recognize our sick obsessionsSing along i'm on the ugly organ againSing along I'm on the ugly organ so let's beginThere's no use to keep a secret,everything I hide ends up in lyricsso read on. accuse me when you're doneif it sounds like I did you wrongOur father, who art in heaven,save me from this wreck I am about to drown in.Didn't I learn anything counting outmy sins on rosary beads?The reverend play on an ugly organ;he spews his sweet and salty sermonon 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 foundon our hand after I wrote this album.Play it off as stigmata for crossover fanssone red handed sleight of handWoah oh.