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;
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.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:18.975]And now, we proudly present
[00:21.104]songs perverse and songs of lament.
[00:23.217]A couple of hymns of confession,
[00:25.081]and songs that recognize our sick obsessions.
[00:27.205]Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again.
[00:31.992]Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ, so lets begin.
[00:36.500]There's no use to keep a secret,
[00:38.627]everything I hide ends up in lyrics...
[00:41.286]so read on- accuse me when you're done-
[00:44.212]if it sounds like I did you wrong.
[01:00.615]
[01:01.411]Our father, who art in heaven,
[01:02.212]save me from this wreck I'm about to drown in.
[01:03.804]Didn't I learn anything counting out
[01:05.937]my sins on rosary beads?
[01:07.795]The reverend plays on the ugly organ;
[01:15.227]on the audience.
[01:16.297]
[01:17.090]...So why do I think I'm any different?
[01:18.953]
[01:19.483]I've been making money off my indifference.
[01:21.875]We all pass the hat around,
[01:23.193]'This is my body', this is the blood I found
[01:27.446]on my hands after I wrote this album.
[01:30.637]Play it off as stigmata for crossover fans...
[01:34.083]some red handed sleight of hand.
[01:35.677]
[01:36.478]Woah oh.
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;
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.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:18.975]And now, we proudly present
[00:21.104]songs perverse and songs of lament.
[00:23.217]A couple of hymns of confession,
[00:25.081]and songs that recognize our sick obsessions.
[00:27.205]Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again.
[00:31.992]Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ, so lets begin.
[00:36.500]There's no use to keep a secret,
[00:38.627]everything I hide ends up in lyrics...
[00:41.286]so read on- accuse me when you're done-
[00:44.212]if it sounds like I did you wrong.
[01:00.615]
[01:01.411]Our father, who art in heaven,
[01:02.212]save me from this wreck I'm about to drown in.
[01:03.804]Didn't I learn anything counting out
[01:05.937]my sins on rosary beads?
[01:07.795]The reverend plays on the ugly organ;
[01:15.227]on the audience.
[01:16.297]
[01:17.090]...So why do I think I'm any different?
[01:18.953]
[01:19.483]I've been making money off my indifference.
[01:21.875]We all pass the hat around,
[01:23.193]'This is my body', this is the blood I found
[01:27.446]on my hands after I wrote this album.
[01:30.637]Play it off as stigmata for crossover fans...
[01:34.083]some red handed sleight of hand.
[01:35.677]
[01:36.478]Woah oh.
I wake alone, in a woman's room I hardly know
I wake alone, pretend that I am finally home
The room is littered with her books and notebooks
I imagine...
Cut it out - your self-inflicted pain
is getting too routine
the crowds are catching on - to the self-inflicted song
Well, here we go again - the art ...
A little mouse creeps as the mighty tomcat sleeps
He's been up for forty nights, he needs his forty winks
To think of all the mischief his teeth did s...
The night has fallen down the staircase
And I, for one, have felt its bruises
Equilbrium, inebriated
As we sink deeper into the drink
The volume incre...
this is the bed that i have made this is the grave where i will lay i dont believe in wasting time these are the hands where i will bury my face searc...
Harold walks down any street of this town
his legs twitch
the clocks chime on cafes, pharmacies, and dime stores, in bar rooms he stils all alone eru...
Your gentleman caller...
Well, he's been calling on another.
He loves his forbidden fruit...
And as it dribbles down his chin
He cries, "Baby, I've be...
In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,
And her mom calls out from an apartment balcony,
"Come on, baby! Your bath is ready! It's almost tim...