My lover's got humour
 He's the giggle at a funeral
 Knows everybody's disapproval
 I should've worshipped him sooner

 If the Heavens ever did speak
 He 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
 He 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 

 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
 Keep the Goddess on my side
 He 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 looks plenty
 This is hungry world

 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 my 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 my 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

 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 deathless death
 Good God, let me give you my life