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  1. My lover's got humor
    She's the giggle at a funeral
    Knows everybody's disapproval
    I should've worshiped her sooner
    If the Heavens ever did speak
    She's the last true mouthpiece
    Every Sunday's getting more bleak
    A fresh poison each week
    "We were born sick", you heard them say it
    My church offers no absolutes
    She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
    The only Heaven I'll be sent to
    Is when I'm alone with you
    I was born sick, but I love it
    Command me to be well
    A-, 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 and you can sharpen your knife
    Offer me that deathless death
    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 and you can sharpen your knife
    Offer me that deathless death
    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 Goddess on my side
    She demands a sacrifice
    Drain the whole sea
    Get something shiny
    Something meaty for the main course
    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 work
    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 my deathless death
    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
    Offer me my deathless death
    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 madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
    Only then I am human
    Only then I am clean
    Oh, oh, 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 and you can sharpen your knife
    Offer me that deathless death
    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 and you can sharpen your knife
    Offer me that deathless death
    Good God, let me give you my life

  2. LYRICS

    [Verse 1]

    My lover's got humor

    She's the giggle at a funeral

    Knows everybody's disapproval

    I should've worshipped her sooner

    If the heavens ever did speak

    She's the last true mouthpiece

    Every Sunday's getting more bleak

    A fresh poison each week

    "We were born sick"

    You heard them say it

    My church offers no absolutes

    She tells me "Worship in the bedroom"

    The only Heaven I'll be sent to

    Is when I'm alone with you

    I was born sick, but I love it

    Command me to be well

    [Pre-Chorus]

    Aaa, Amen, Amen, Amen

    [Chorus]

    Take me to church

    I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

    I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

    Offer me that deathless death

    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 and you can sharpen your knife

    Offer me that deathless death

    Good God, let me give you my life

    [Verse 2]

    If I'm a pagan of the good times

    My lover's the sunlight

    To keep the goddess on my side

    She demands a sacrifice

    Drain the whole sea

    Get something shiny

    Something meaty for the main course

    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 work

    [Chorus]

    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 my deathless death

    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

    Offer me my deathless death

    Good God, let me give you my life

    [Bridge]

    No masters or kings when the ritual begins

    There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

    In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene

    Only then I am human

    Only then I am clean

    [Pre-Chorus]

    Oh, oh Amen, Amen, Amen

    [Chorus]

    Take me to church

    I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

    I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

    Offer me that deathless death

    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 and you can sharpen your knife

    Offer me that deathless death

    Good God, let me give you my life

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