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 My  got humour
 She's the giggle at a 
 Knows everybody's disapproval
 I should've worshiped  sooner
 
 If the  ever did speak
 She's the  true mouthpiece
 Every Sunday's getting more 
 A fresh poison  week
 
 'We were born sick,' you  them say it
 
  Church offers no absolutes.
 She  me, 'Worship in the bedroom.'
 The only  I'll be sent to
 Is when  alone with you—
 
 I was born 
 But I love 
 Command me to  well
 Amen. Amen.  Amen.
 
 [Chorus 2x:]
  me to church
 I'll worship like a dog at the  of your lies
 I'll tell you my sins and  can sharpen your knife
 Offer me that deathless 
 Good God, let me give you  life
 
 If  a pagan of the good times
  lover's the sunlight
 To keep  Goddess on my side
 She demands a 
 
  the whole sea
 Get something shiny
 Something  for the main course
 That's a  looking high horse
 What  got in the stable?
 We've a lot of  faithful
 
 That looks tasty
 That looks plenty
  is hungry work
 
 [Chorus 2x:]
 Take me to 
 I'll worship like a dog  the shrine of your lies
 I'll tell  my sins so you can sharpen your knife
 Offer  my deathless death
 Good God, let me give you my 
 
  Masters or Kings
  the Ritual begins
 There is no sweeter  than our gentle sin
 
 In the madness and soil of that sad  scene
 Only  I am Human
 Only then I  Clean
  Amen. Amen. Amen.
 
 [Chorus 2x:]
 Take me  church
 I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your 
 I'll tell you my  and you can sharpen your knife
 Offer me that deathless 
 Good God,  me give you my life