My love has got humor, she's the giggle that I've humored 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 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 and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that countless death, but 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 and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that countless death, but good God, let me give you my life If I'm packing up the good times, my love is the sunlight To keep her goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea, get somethin' shiny, somethin' meaty for the main course That's a fine lookin' high horse, what you got in the stable? Weave a line of stuffin' faithful, that looks tasty, that looks plenty This is hungry work, 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 countless death, but 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 and you can sharpen your knife That countless death, but good God, let me give you my life No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than a gentle sin And the madness and the soil on that sad earthly scene Only then I am human, only then I am clean Oh 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 and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that countless death, but 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 and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that countless death, but good God, let me give you my life