The Ugly Organist - 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.