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  lover's got humour
 She's  giggle at a funeral
 Knows everybody's disapproval
 I should've  her sooner
 
 If  heavens ever did speak
 She's the last true 
 Every  getting more bleak
 A fresh poison each 
 
 'We were born sick,' you  them say it
 
 My  offers no absolutes.
 She  me, 'Worship in the bedroom.'
  only heaven I'll be sent to
 Is when I'm  with you—
 
 I was born 
 But I  it
 Command me to be 
 Amen. Amen.  Amen.
 
 [Chorus 2x:]
  me to church
 I'll worship like a dog at  shrine of your lies
 I'll tell you my sins and you  sharpen your knife
 Offer me  deathless death
 Good God, let  give you my life
 
 If I'm a pagan of the good 
 My lover's  sunlight
 To keep the  on my side
  demands a sacrifice
 
  the whole sea
 Get something shiny
 Something meaty for  main course
 That's a fine looking high 
  you got in the stable?
 We've a lot of starving 
 
 That looks tasty
 That looks plenty
 This is  work
 
 [Chorus 2x:]
 Take me  church
 I'll worship like a dog at the  of your lies
  tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
 Offer  my deathless death
 Good God, let me give you my 
 
 No Masters  Kings
 When the Ritual 
 There is no sweeter innocence than  gentle sin
 
 In the madness and soil of that sad earthly 
 Only then I  Human
 Only then I  Clean
 Amen. Amen. Amen. 
 
 [Chorus 2x:]
  me to church
 I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of  lies
 I'll tell you my sins  you can sharpen your knife
 Offer me that  death
  God, let me give you my life