She"s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody"s disapproval
I should"ve worshiped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She"s the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday"s getting bleaker
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
A-, 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
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
