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