My lover's got humor, she's the giggle out of humor Knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshipped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak, she's the last from mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak, fresh poison each week I was born sick, but I love you, command me to be with you Amen, amen, amen Take me to church, I'll hurt you like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife But for me, that deathless death, the good God let me give you my life If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight To keep the goodness on my side, she demands a sacrifice To drain the whole sea with something shiny Something meaty for the mangoes, that's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable, we've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty, that looks plenty, this is hungry world Take me to church, I'll hurt you like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife But for me, that deathless death, the good God 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 magnesium soil of that sad earthly sea Only then I am human, only then I am free Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife But for me, that deathless death, the good God 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 so you can sharpen your knife But for me, that deathless death, the good God let me give you my life Take me to church