My lover's got humour
    She's the giggle at a funeral
    Knows everybody's disapproval
    I should've worshiped 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 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
    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 (x2)

    If I'm a pagan of the good times
    My lover's the sunlight
    To keep the Goddness 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 look 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 and you can sharpen your knife
    Offer me that deathless death
    Good God, let me give you my life (x2)

    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 
    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 (x2)