Some Red Handed Sleight of Hand

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.