My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral Has everybody's disapproval, I shouldn't worship her sooner If the heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece Every sun is getting more bleak, fresh poison each week 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 gift of stealth, good God and 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 events that earthly seem Only then I am human, only then I am clean Oh, 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 gift of stealth, good God and 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 gift of stealth, good God and let me give you my life Take me to church