Some Red-Handed Sleight of Hand

And now we proudly present Songs 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 It'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 this 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 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