My love has got a humor, she's the jiggle at a funeralKnows everybody's disapproval, I should've wished for her soonerIf the heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpieceEvery Sunday's getting more bleak, a fresh boy is in each weekWe were born sick, you heard them say it, command me to be wellAmen, amen, amen, amenTake me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shadow of your lightI'll tell you my sins, so you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that heartless death, good God, let me give you my lifeIf I'm a paganIf I'm a paganIf I'm a paganIf I'm a paganOffer me that heartless death, good God, let me give you my lifeA master's a king, when to read to all be kingsThere is no sweeter innocence than our words and our sinOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohAmenTake me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shadow of your lightI'll tell you my sins, so you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that heartless death, good God, let me give you my lifeTake me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shadow of your lightI'll tell you my sins, so you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that heartless death, good God, let me give you my lifeTake me to church