Lyrics
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My lover's got humor
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She's the giggle at a funeral
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Knows everybody's disapproval
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I should've worshiped her sooner
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If the Heavens ever did speak
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She is the last true mouthpiece
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Every Sunday's getting more bleak
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A fresh poison each week
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"We were born sick", you heard them say it
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My church offers no absolutes
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She tell me, "Worship in the bedroom"
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The only Heaven i'll be sent to
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Is when I'm alone with you
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I was born sick, but I love it
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Command me to be well
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Amen, Amen, Amen
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Take me to church
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I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of you lies
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I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
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Offer me that deathless death
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Good God, let me give you my life
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Take me to church
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I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of you lies
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I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
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Offer me that deathless death
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Good God, let me give you my life
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If I'm a pagan of the good times
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My lover's the sunlight
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To keep the Goddess on my side
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She demands a sacrifice
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Drain the whole sea
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Get something shiny
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Something meaty for the main course
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