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 is 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 \
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 \
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 \