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 wellAmen, amen, amenAmenTake 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 work 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 cleanAmenAmenAmenTake me to timequello 해Worship like it offIt's turn of your licenseOh, tell you our sinsSo you can shopAnd you will neverOffer me that deepest death, oh good God, let me give you my lifeTake me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lifeAnd I'll tell you more sins so you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that deepest death, oh good God, let me give you my life*