A modern concussion
The room is on fire
And you're an upstanding model
Of the 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 convictions
Are in 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 violition left you burdened with a curse
And now 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




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Modern Day Cain song meanings
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