Modern Day Cain

Dance
Dance
That's enough

A modern concussion
The room is on fire
You're an upstanding model of a modern day cain
With impeccable style
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

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 veins
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

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

And everyone can tell
And everyone can tell