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'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.
[Chorus 2x:] 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.
[Chorus 2x:] 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