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Mylover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever didspeak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
'We were born sick, ' youheard them say it
Mychurch 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, butI love it
Command me to be well
INSTRU
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
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** 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
INSTRU
( REPEAT ** )
IfI'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on myside
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea, Getsomething 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 work
INSTRU
( REPEAT ** , ** )
Nomasters orkings when the ritual begins
There is nosweeter innocence than ourgentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Onlythen I am clean
INSTRU
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
( REPEAT ** , ** )
