Em Am Em
My lover's got humour,
Am G
She's the giggle at a funeral
Am Em
Knows everybody's disapproval
Am Em
I should've worshipped her sooner
Am Em
If the Heavens ever did speak
Am G
She is the last true mouthpiece
Am Em
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
Am D9
A fresh poison each week
C Em
We were born sick, you heard them say it
Am Em
My church offers no absolutes
Am G
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
Am Em
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Am D9
Is when I'm alone with you
C
I was born sick, but I love it
C
Command me to be well
G C G Cm G Cm G
Amen. A__men. A__men. A__men.
Em
Take me to church
Em B
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
B G
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
G Am
Offer me that deathless death
Em
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
To 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
C G B7/F# Em/G
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
C G B7/F# Em/G
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
C G B7/F# Em/G
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
C G
Only then I am human
B7/F# Em Em/D C+7 C
Only then I am clean
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 God, let me give you my life