Lyrics:

My lover's got humor
She's the giggle at a funeral
Cuz everybody's disapproval
I should worshiped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouth piece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
We were born sick
You heard them say it
My church offers no absolution
Tells me: Worships 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
Take me to church
I'll work just like a dog at 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 work just like a dog at 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 on the good times
My lover's on sunlight
To keep the God on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Dream the whole sea
Its all shiny
Something here 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
Take me to church
I'll work just like a dog at 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 work just like a dog at 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
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
Take me to church
I'll work just like a dog at 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 work just like a dog at 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