Take Me to Church Songtext
von Lone Wolf
Take Me to Church Songtext
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's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday′s getting more bleak
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
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
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 ruthless death, but 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 ruthless death, but 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
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea, get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine-looking high horse
What you got in your 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 ruthless death, but 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 ruthless death, but good God
Let me give you my life
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sins
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human, only then I am clean
Oh, 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, but 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, but good God
Let me give you my life
Knows everybody′s disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday′s getting more bleak
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
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
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 ruthless death, but 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 ruthless death, but 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
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea, get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine-looking high horse
What you got in your 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 ruthless death, but 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 ruthless death, but good God
Let me give you my life
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sins
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human, only then I am clean
Oh, 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, but 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, but good God
Let me give you my life
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