Verse 1
My lover’s got humour , she’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disap proval I should’ve worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak she is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak A fresh poison each weekWe were born sick, ‘ you heard them say it
My church offers no ab- solutes 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- men, A- men, , A- men
Chorus
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 death- less 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 death- less death
Good God, let me give you my life
Verse 2
If I’m a pagan of the good times my lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side she demands a sacri- fice
To 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
Repeat chorus —–
Bridge
No masters or kings when the ritual be- gins
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
A- men, A- men, , A- men
