And now, we proudly present
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songs perverse and songs of lament.
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A couple of hymns of confession,
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and songs that recognize our sick obsessions.
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Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again.
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Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ, so lets begin.
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There's no use to keep a secret,
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everything I hide ends up in lyrics...
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so read on- accuse me when you're done-
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if it sounds like I did you wrong.
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Our father, who art in heaven,
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save me from this wreck I'm about to drown in.
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Didn't I learn anything counting out
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my sins on rosary beads?
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The reverend plays on the ugly organ;
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he spews out his sweet ad salty sermon
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on the audience.
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...So why do I think I'm any different?
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I've been making money off my indifference.
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We all pass the hat around,
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'This is my body', this is the blood I found
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on my hands after I wrote this album.
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Play it off as stigmata for crossover fans...
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some red handed sleight of hand.
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Woah oh.
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Some Red Handed Sleight of Hand
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