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My lover's got humor
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped 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 no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The I'll be 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
God, let me give you my life
me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my and you can sharpen your knife
me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
If I'm a 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 high horse
you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
tasty
That plenty
This is hungry work
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
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 your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me you my life
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
is no innocence than our sin
In the and of that sad earthly scene
then I am human
Only then I am clean
Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen
Take me to church
I'll a dog at the of lies
I'll tell you my and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my and you can your knife
me death
Good God, let me you my life
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped 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 no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The I'll be 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
God, let me give you my life
me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my and you can sharpen your knife
me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
If I'm a 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 high horse
you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful
tasty
That plenty
This is hungry work
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
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 your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me you my life
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
is no innocence than our sin
In the and of that sad earthly scene
then I am human
Only then I am clean
Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen
Take me to church
I'll a dog at the of lies
I'll tell you my and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my and you can your knife
me death
Good God, let me you my life
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