Take Me To Church
My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
Should've worshipped 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 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
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 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 this looks plenty
This is hungry work
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