Ladies and Gentlemen, "Take me to church".


My friend's got humor

She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've met her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is 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 Rose's room'
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
Amen. Amen. Amen

Take us to church
We'll worship like dogs at the shrine of your lies
We'll tell you our sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer us that deathless death
Good God, let me give you our lives

Take us to church
We'll worship like dogs at the shrine of your lies
We'll tell you our sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer us that deathless death
Good God, let me give you our lives

If I'm a pagan of the good times
My friend'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 (not Pearl)
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

Take us to church
We'll worship like dogs at the shrine of your lies
We'll tell you our sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer us that deathless death
Good God, let me give you our lives

Take us to church
We'll worship like dogs at the shrine of your lies
We'll tell you our sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer us that deathless death
Good God, let me give you our lives

No masters or kings when the ritual begins

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sins
In the madness and soil of our sad earthly scenes
Only then we are human
Only then we are clean
Amen. Amen. Amen

Take us to church
We'll worship like dogs at the shrine of your lies
We'll tell you our sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer us that deathless death
Good God, let me give you our lives

Take us to church
We'll worship like dogs at the shrine of your lies
We'll tell you our sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer us that deathless death
Good God, let me give you our lives