she's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval,
should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak,
she's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak,
We were born sick, you heard them say it
My church offers no ab sents
She tells me worship in the bed
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
At the shrine of your lies,
And you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
At the shrine of your lies,
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
Keep the goddess on my side
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 people
That looks tasty, that looks plenty
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog
At the shrine of your life
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 eyes
and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death,
There is no sweeter innocence
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog
At the shrine of your lies,
And you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death,
If you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Let me give you my life you