My lover's got humorShe's the giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's disapprovalI should've worshipped her soonerIf the heavens ever did speakShe's the last true mouthpieceEvery Sunday's getting more bleakWith fresh poison each weekWe were born sick,you heard them say itMy church offers no absolutes.She tells me worship in the bedroom.The only heaven I'll be sent tois when I'm alone with you.I was born sick,but I love you.Command me to be well.Amen.Amen.Amen.Amen.Take me to church.I worship like a dog at the shrine of your life.I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.Offer me that deathless death, the good God,let me give you my lifeIf I'm a pagan of the good times,my love is the sunlightKeep the goddess on my side,she demands her sacrificeDrain the whole sea,get some shiny Something meaningful, the main courseIt's a fine looking house What you got in the stable?We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tastyThat looks plenty This is hungry workTake me to church I'll worship like a dogLet's dare the good God,let me give you my lifeTake me to church,I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lifeI'll pay you my sins so you can sharpen your knifeLet the good God,let me give you my lifeNo masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle