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