Hoosier Stomp Songtext
von Hoosier Hot Shots

My lover′s got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody′s disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every sundays getting more bleak
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
Amen, amen, amen


Take me to church
I′ll worship like a dog at a 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 keep the goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain thr whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
Thats 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 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


No masters or kings when the ritual start
Life 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 knifr
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 knifr
Offer me that deathless death
Good god, let me give you my life