And now, we proudly present
  songs perverse and songs of lament.
  A couple of 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 lets 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.
    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 ad 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.
    Woah oh.
    Thanks to nine (carosold@yahoo.com) for these lyrics