Some Red Handed Sleight of Hand

And now we proudly present
Songs perverse and songs of lament
A couple hymns of confessionAnd 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

Whoa-oh

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, oh-oh
He spews out his sweet and salty sermon on the audience

So why do I think I'm any different?
I′ve been making money off of 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

Whoa-oh
Whoa
Yeah
Whoa-whoa-whoa