My lover's got humour, she's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
They should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak, a fresh poison each week
"We were born sick"
You heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes, she tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The only Heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
A-, amen
Amen, amen
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death, oh, good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death, oh, good God, let me give you my life
If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight
To keep the goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea, get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course, that's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty, that looks plenty, this is hungry work
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins, so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death, oh, good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins, so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death, oh, good God, let me give you my life
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then, I am human
Only then, I am clean
Oh, oh, amen
Amen, amen
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death, oh, good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death, oh, good God, let me give you my life
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