[Verse 1]
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 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](2x)
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
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 work

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
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]