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 My  got humour
 She's the giggle at a 
 Knows everybody's disapproval
 I  worshiped her sooner
 
 If the heavens ever  speak
 She's the  true mouthpiece
  Sunday's getting more bleak
 A  poison each week
 
 'We were born sick,' you heard  say it
 
  Church offers no absolutes.
 She tells me,  in the bedroom.'
 The only  I'll be sent to
 Is when I'm alone  you—
 
 I  born sick,
 But I  it
 Command  to be well
  Amen. Amen. Amen.
 
 [Chorus 2x:]
 Take me  church
 I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of  lies
 I'll tell you my sins  you can sharpen your knife
 Offer  that deathless death
 Good God, let me give you my 
 
 If I'm a pagan of  good times
 My  the sunlight
 To keep the Goddess  my side
 She demands  sacrifice
 
 Drain the whole 
 Get something shiny
 Something meaty for  main course
 That's  fine looking high horse
  you got in the stable?
 We've a lot  starving faithful
 
 That looks tasty
 That looks plenty
  is hungry work
 
 [Chorus 2x:]
 Take me  church
 I'll worship like  dog at the shrine of your lies
 I'll  you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
 Offer me  deathless death
 Good God, let me give  my life
 
 No Masters or 
 When the Ritual 
 There is no sweeter innocence  our gentle sin
 
 In the madness and  of that sad earthly scene
 Only then I  Human
 Only then I  Clean
 Amen. Amen.  Amen.
 
 [Chorus 2x:]
 Take me to 
 I'll worship  a dog at the shrine of your lies
  tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
 Offer me that  death
 Good God, let me give you  life