My lover's got humor,
She's the giggle at the funeral,
I should've worshiped her sooner,
If the heavens ever did speak,
She is the last true mouth piece,
Every Sunday's getting more bleak,
A fresh poison each week,
"We were all born sick" you heard them say it,
My church offers no absolutes,
She tells me "worship in the bedroom"
The only heaven I'll ever 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 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,
...
If i'm pagan of the good times,
My lovers 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 main course,
What you got in the stable?
We've alot of starving faithful,
That looks tasty,
That looks plenty,
This is hungry work,
...
No masters or kings when the ritual begins,
There is no sweeter innocence that our gentle skin,
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene,
Only then am I human,
Only then I am clean,
Amen, Amen, Amen,
...
My favorite version of this song is Matt McAndrew's version.
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