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 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

He spews out his sweet and sultry 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 if off as stigmata for cross over fans,

Some red handed slight of hand.