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 is the last [bad word] mouth piece 
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 [bad word] me to be well

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 
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 
To 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

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

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