This is the sin
That I will confess to release myself
From consequence
And everyone can tell

The moral objections
To something so profane, oh
But the deepest of convictions
Are the darkest positions
Little remissions for the varicose vain

So now you’ve done a little wrong
And you swear you didn’t do it
But volition left you burdened with a curse
And you conjure up a fiction
To get the pretty girls to listen