My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped 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
Amen 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
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
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
Oh what a fine looking high horse
Oh 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 and
you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
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
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
Amen 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
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
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
Good God
let me give you my life