| 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 | 
| 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 | 
| 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 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 | 
| Take me to church | 
| I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies | 
| I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife | 
| Offer me my deathless death | 
| Good God, let me give you my life | 
| Take me to church | 
| I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies | 
| I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife | 
| Offer me my deathless death | 
| Good God, let me give you my life | 
| 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 | 
| 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 | 
| 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 |