Em Am Em Am G My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral Am Em Am Em Knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshipped her sooner Am Em Am G If the Heavens ever did speak, she’s the last true mouthpiece Am Em Am D Every Sunday's getting more bleak, a fresh poison each week C We were born sick, you heard them say it Em Am Em Am G My church offers no absolutes, she tells me 'worship in the bedroom' Am Em Am D The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you C I was born sick, but I love it, Command me to be well G C G Cm G Cm G Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay amen amen amen Chorus: Em B7 Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies G I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Am Em G 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 so 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 Chorus C G B7 Em No masters or kings when the ritual begins C G B7 Em There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin C G B7 Em In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene C G B7 Em D C Only then I am human, only then I am clean Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C Cm D Em G B7 |