Take Me to Church
My lover's got humourShe's the giggle at a funeralKnows everybody's disapprovalI should've worshipped her soonerIf the Heavens ever did speakShe is the last true mouthpieceEvery Sunday's getting more bleakA fresh poison each week'We were born sick,' you heard them say itMy church offers no absolutesShe tells me 'worship in the bedroom'The only heaven I'll be sent toIs when I'm alone with youI was born sick, but I love itCommand me to be wellAmen. Amen. Amen
Take me to churchI'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your liesI'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that deathless deathGood God, let me give you my life (x2)
If I'm a pagan of the good timesMy lover's the sunlightTo keep the Goddess on my sideShe demands a sacrificeTo drain the whole seaGet something shinySomething meaty for the main courseThat's a fine looking high horseWhat you got in the stable?We've a lot of starving faithfulThat looks tastyThat looks plentyThis is hungry work
Take me to churchI'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your liesI'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knifeOffer me that deathless deathGood God, let me give you my life (x2)
No masters or kings when the ritual beginsThere is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sinIn the madness and soil of that sad earthly sceneOnly then I am humanOnly then I am cleanAmen. Amen. Amen