[Verse 1:]
My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
Should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
She's 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
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

[Chorus:] [x2]
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

[Verse 2:]
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
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
This looks plenty
This is hungry work

[Chorus] [x2]

[Verse 3:]
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

[Chorus] [x2]