Take Me to Church

My lover's got a humor

She's a giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody's disapproval

I was worship her sooner, 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 one 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, amen

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog in the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

So, good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog in the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

So, good God, let me give you my life

If I'm a pagan in the good times

My lover's the sunlight

Keep the Goddess on my side

She demands a sacrifice

Drain the whole sea

Get some shiny

Something meaty for the main course

And 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 in the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

So, good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog in the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

So, 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, in their sad, lovely scene

Only then, I am human

Only then, I am clean

Whoa

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog in the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

So, good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog in the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

So, good God, let me give you my life

Amen