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we were born sick, you heard them say it
let me give you my life
I ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, i ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Church, that looks plenty
I ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, take me to church Church, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
Take me to church, i ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin, let me give you my life, is when i m alone with you
every sunday s getting more bleak
To keep the goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice
I ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, no masters or kings when the ritual begins
take me to church
That s a fine looking high horse, my lover s the sunlight, i ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Let me give you my life, i should ve worshipped her sooner, take me to church
My lover s got humour, only then i am clean
I ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, take me to church
I ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, let me give you my life
take me to church
she demands a sacrifice
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
Take me to church, take me to church
Get something shiny, i ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, take me to church
I was born sick, offer me that deathless death
Offer me that deathless death, but i love it
Take me to church, take me to church Jack, command me to be well
The only heaven i ll be sent to, let me give you my life, let me give you my life
She tells me worship in the bedroom, my church offers no absolutes
That looks tasty, let me give you my life Me, i ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death, to keep the goddess on my side
I ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife, let me give you my life
i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
Only then i am clean, i ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
If i m a pagan of the good times, let me give you my life
i was born sick
To keep the goddess on my side, i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
To keep the goddess on my side, let me give you my life
command me to be well
Take me to church, if i m a pagan of the good times
What you got in the stable, get something shiny
If i m a pagan of the good times, no masters or kings when the ritual begins
We were born sick, you heard them say it, to drain the whole sea to, offer me my deathless death
Offer me my deathless death, is when i m alone with you Church, let me give you my life
is when i m alone with you
offer me that deathless death
i was born sick
there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
Command me to be well, if the heavens ever did speak Jones, this is hungry work
If the heavens ever did speak, let me give you my life, take me to church
Get something shiny, i ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
offer me that deathless death
Take me to church, my lover s got humour Me, i should ve worshipped her sooner
i ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
i ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene, command me to be well
Something meaty for the main course, take me to church Church, let me give you my life