My lovers got humour Shes the giggle at a funeral Knows - TopicsExpress

My lovers got humour Shes the giggle at a funeral Knows everybodys disapproval I shouldve worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sundays 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 Ill be sent to Is when Im alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well Amen. Amen. Amen Take me to church Ill worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies Ill 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 Ill worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies Ill tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life If Im a pagan of the good times My lovers 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 Thats a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? Weve a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work Take me to church Ill worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies Ill 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 Ill worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies Ill tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that 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 Amen. Amen. Amen Take me to church Ill worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies Ill 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 Ill worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies Ill tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life