Take me to Church

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'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

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

Ah, good God!

Let me give you my life

Take me to church

Yeah, work, God

At the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Ah, good God!

Let me give you my life

If I'm a pagan of the good times

Good, good, good times

Good, good times

Take me to church

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

A–

Amen

Amen

Amen

A–

Amen

Amen

Amen

Take me to church, I'll

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Take me to church

Take me to

I'll

I'll

Take me to church

Take me to church

I'll

Take, take, take me to church

Church, church, church, church, church, church

Take, take, 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