My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval, should've worshipped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak, fresh voice I need to read I was born sick, but I love it, command me to be well Amen, amen, amen, amen 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 Offer me that deathless death, good girl, 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 Offer me that deathless death, good girl, 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 madness of the soil, of that sad and earthly scene Only then I am human, only then I am complete Amen 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 Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church Good God, let me give you my life