My
lover's got humour
She's
the giggle at a funeral
Knows
everybody's disapproval
I 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
Aaay.
Amen. Amen. Amen.
[Chorus
2x:]
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
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
[Chorus
2x:]
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
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
Ooh
oh. Amen. Amen. Amen.
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