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My lover's got humor
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped her sooner
If the ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh each week
"We were born sick", you heard them say it
My offers no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The only Heaven I'll be sent to
Is 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 lies
I'll tell you my and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me 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 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 the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
the 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 faithful
That looks tasty
That plenty
This is hungry work
me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll you my sins so you can sharpen knife
Offer me my deathless death
God, let me give you my life
me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of lies
I'll tell you my so you can knife
Offer me my deathless death
God, let me you my life
No masters or kings the begins
There is no sweeter innocence our gentle sin
In the madness and of that sad scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen
me to church
I'll worship a dog at the of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can your knife
Offer me death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped her sooner
If the ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh each week
"We were born sick", you heard them say it
My offers no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The only Heaven I'll be sent to
Is 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 lies
I'll tell you my and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me 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 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 the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
the 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 faithful
That looks tasty
That plenty
This is hungry work
me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll you my sins so you can sharpen knife
Offer me my deathless death
God, let me give you my life
me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of lies
I'll tell you my so you can knife
Offer me my deathless death
God, let me you my life
No masters or kings the begins
There is no sweeter innocence our gentle sin
In the madness and of that sad scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen
me to church
I'll worship a dog at the of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can your knife
Offer me death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
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