My love has got humour She's to giggle at her funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should have worshipped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleek Fresh poison each week We were born sick You heard them say it My church offers no absolution, 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 And I love it Command me to be well A-a-a-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 so you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death and 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 that deathless death, good God let me give you my life If I'm a pagan of the good times My love is the sunlight To keep the goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something Shiney Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We look and honest and faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty 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 that deathless death and 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 that deathless death, and good God, let me give you my life No masters or kings When the ritual begins There is no sweet or innocent Than our gentle sin In the madness is our Our set earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean A-a-a-a-a-amen Amen Amen