[Intro]
(Dance.)
(Dance.)
(That's enough.)

[Verse 1]
A modern concussion
The room is on fire
And you're an upstanding model
Of a modern day Cain
With impeccable style

[Pre-Chorus]
So now you've done a little wrong
And you need to be forgiven
By the vicar and the company you keep
And then you conjure up a fiction
To get the pretty girl to listen

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

[Verse 2]
The moral objections
To something so profane, oh
But the deepest of convictions
Are the darkest positions
Little remissions for the varicose vain
[Pre-Chorus]
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

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

[Outro]
And everyone can tell
And everyone can tell