The Ugly Organist Lyrics - The Ugly Organ - 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.