The Ugly Organist — текст песни (cursive)

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
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 am about to drown in.
Didn`t I learn anything counting out
my sins on rosary beads?
The reverend play on an ugly organ;
he spews 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 our hand after I wrote this album.
Play it off as stigmata for crossover fans
sone red handed sleight of hand
Woah oh.