Take Me To Church

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