Some Red Handed Slight of Hand — текст песни (cursive)

And now we proudly present
Songs perverse and songs of lament
A couple hymns of confession
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 peals 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
Playing on that stigmata for cross over fans,
Some red handed slight of hand.