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My lover's got humor
She's the at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped her sooner
If the ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A poison each week
"We were born sick", you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The Heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm 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 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
If I'm a of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea
Get shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a 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
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
No masters or when the ritual begins
is no sweeter innocence our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of lies
I'll tell you my and you can your knife
Offer me that death
Good God, let me 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 your knife
Offer me death
Good God, let me give you my
She's the at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped her sooner
If the ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A poison each week
"We were born sick", you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The Heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm 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 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
If I'm a of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea
Get shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a 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
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
No masters or when the ritual begins
is no sweeter innocence our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of lies
I'll tell you my and you can your knife
Offer me that death
Good God, let me 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 your knife
Offer me death
Good God, let me give you my
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