Shit
My Lovers got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
Should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
He's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sundays getting more bleak
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
Aaaaayyy
Aaaamen
Aa-aamen
Aaaamen
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
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 Lovers the sunlight
To keep the goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
And drain the whole sea
Eat 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 look 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
Then our gentle sin
In the madness and soil
Of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am king
Oooohhhh
Aaaaaaa-men
Aaaamen
Aaaamen
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
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
Should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
He's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sundays getting more bleak
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
Aaaaayyy
Aaaamen
Aa-aamen
Aaaamen
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
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 Lovers the sunlight
To keep the goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
And drain the whole sea
Eat 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 look 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
Then our gentle sin
In the madness and soil
Of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am king
Oooohhhh
Aaaaaaa-men
Aaaamen
Aaaamen
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
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Writer(s): Mark Van Biljouw
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