My love has got humor, she's a giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshipped her soonerIf the heavens ever did speak, she's the last room of peaceEvery Sunday's getting more bleak, a fresh poison each weekWe were born sick, you heard them say itMy church office, no absolutes, she tells me worship in the bedroomThe only heaven I'll be sent to, is when I'm alone with youI was born sick, but I love it, command me to be wellHey man, hey man, hey manHey manTake me to church, I'll worship like a dog At the shrine of your life, and I'll tell you my sinsSo you can sharpen your knife Offer me that death is deathOh good God, let me give you my lifeTake me to church, I'll worship like a dog At the shrine of your life, and I'll tell you my sinsSo you can sharpen your knife Offer me that death is deathOh good God, let me give you my lifeIf I'm a page in all the good times My love is in the sunlightTo keep the goddess on my side She demands a sacrificeTo drain the whole sea Got something shinySomething meaty for the main cause That's a fine look in her eyesWhat you got in a stable? We've a lot of stuff and faithfulThat looks tasty, that looks plentyThat looks tasty, that looks plentyThis is hungry world Take me to church, I'll worship like a dogAt the shrine of your life, and I'll tell you my sinsSo you can sharpen your knife Offer me that death is deathOh good God, let me give you my lifeTake me to church, I'll worship like a dog At the shrine of your life, and I'll tell you my sinsSo you can sharpen your knife Offer me that death is deathOh good God, let me give you my lifeWe gave you our livesNo masters or kingsAnd a witch you all againstThere is no sweeter innocenceThan our gentle sinIn the madness and sorrowOf that heavenly sceneOnly then I am newOnly then I am cleanOh, oh, ohAmen, amen, amenTake me to times of worship like a dogAt the shrine of your lifeSinner, tell you our sinsSo you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that deathless deathOh, good God, let me give you my lifeTake me to times of worship like a dogAt the shrine of your lifeSinner, tell you our sinsSo you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that deathless deathOh, good God, let me give you my lifeTake me to times of worship like a dog