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

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

[Chorus 2x:]

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

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