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 [bad word] mouthpiece
 Every Sunday's 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 [bad word] me to be well
 Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.
 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 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