My lover’s got humour… May lovers gat jiumor
She’s the giggle at a funeral… Shis de guiguel at a fiuneral
Knows everybody’s disapproval… Nous evrybarys disapruval
I should’ve worshiped her sooner… Ay shuraf wuorship jer suuner
If the heavens ever did speak… If de jeevenz ever did espiik
She’s the last true mouthpiece… Shis de las’ tshruu mautdpiiz
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak… Evry Sandeys guerin’ mor bliik
A fresh poison each week… A fresh poison ich wuiik

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‘We were born sick,’ you heard them say it… ‘Wui wuer born sik’, yiu jeerdem seyet
My Church offers no absolutes… May Cherch oferz no absoluuts
She tells me, ‘Worship in the bedroom.’… Shi tels mi, ‘Worship in de bedruum’
The only heaven I’ll be sent to… De ounly jeeven ayl bi sen’ tu
Is when I’m alone with you… Is wuen aym aloun wuit yiu
I was born sick,… Ay wuas born sik
But I love it… Bo’ ay lovet
Command me to be well… Koman’ mi tu bi wuel
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen… Eimen. Eimen. Eimen. Eimen.
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Take me to church… Teik mi tu cherch
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies… Ayl wuorship laik a dog at de shrain of yio’ lais
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife… Ayl tel yiu may sins an’ yiu can sharpen yio’ naif
Offer me that deathless death… Oufer mi dat deetlez detd
Good God, let me give you my life… Guud Gad, let mi guiv yiu may laif
If I’m a pagan of the good times… If aym a peigan of de guud taims
My lover’s the sunlight… May lovers de sanlai’
To keep the Goddess on my side… Tu kiip de Godez on may sai’
She demands a sacrifice… Shi demands a sacrifaiz

Drain the whole sea… Drein de joul sii
Get something shiny… Guet somtdin’ shainy
Something meaty for the main course… Somtdin’ miiry for de mein coorz
That’s a fine looking high horse… Dats a fain luukin’ jai’ joors
What you got in the stable?… Wuat yiu got in de esteibel?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful… Wuiv a lot of estarvin’ feitdfuul

That looks tasty… Dat luuks teisty
That looks plenty… Dat luuks plenty
This is hungry work… Dis is jangry wuork

[Chorus 2x:]
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… Oufer mi may detdless detd
Good God, let me give you my life

No Masters or Kings… No Masters or Kings
When the Ritual begins… Wuen de Rittual biguins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin… Der is no suirer innocenz dan awr yientel sin

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene… In de madnez an’ soil of dat sad eertly zzin
Only then I am Human… Ounly den ay am Jiuman
Only then I am Clean… Ounly den ay am Cliin
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

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[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