Take Me to Church

My lovers got humor

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 you

Is when I'm all alone with you

I was born sick, but I love it

Amen, 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 so 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 is the sunlight

So keep the goddess on my side

She demands a sacrifice

To drain the whole sea

Get something shiny

This is how we work

Take me to church

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

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

Offer me that deathless death

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 of that sad earthly scene

Only then I am human

And only then I am clean

Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church

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

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

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

Let me give you my life

Let me give you my life