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

[Pre-Chorus 1]
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 conditions for the varicose vain
[Pre-Chorus 2]
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 then you conjure up a fiction, yeah
To get the pretty, pretty, pretty

[Chorus]
This is, the sin, that I
Will confess to release myself
From consequence
And everyone can tell
(Everyone can tell)
This is, the sin, that I
Will confess to release myself
From consequence
This is, the sin, that I
Will confess to release myself
From consequence
And everyone can tell

[Outro]
And everyone can tell, yeah
And everyone can tell
And everyone can tell