My love has got humor, she's a giggle at a funeral
There's everybody's disapproval, I should have worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak, she's the last room of peace
Every Sunday's getting more bleak, a fresh poison each week
We will burn sick, you hear them saying, command me to be well
Amen, amen, amen
Take me to church and I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can shepherd your land
Oh for me that devil is dead
The good God, let me give you my life
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweetheart, no sense that I can't see
In the mindless and soiled, both dead and earthly sea
Only then I am human
Amen
Take me to church and I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can shepherd your land
Oh for me that devil is dead
The good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church and I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can shepherd your land
Oh for me that devil is dead
The good God, let me give you my life