1. [Em]My lover’s got [Am]humour [Em], she’s the giggle at a [Am]funeral [G]
Knows everybody’s disap[Am]proval [Em]I should’ve worshipped her [Am]sooner [Em]
If the Heavens ever [Am]did speak [Em]she is the last true [Am]mouthpiece [G]
Every Sunday’s getting[Am]more bleak [Em]A fresh poison [Am]each [D]week
We were born sick,[C]‘ you heard them say it [Em]
My church offers no ab-[Am]solutes [Em]She tells me ‘worship in the [Am]bedroom [G]
The only heaven I’ll be [Am]sent to [Em]Is when I’m alone [Am]with [D]you
I was born sick,[C]but I love it command me to be well
[C]A-[G]men,[Cm]A-[G]men, ,[Cm]A-[G]men
Chorus:
[E]Take me to [Em]church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your [B]lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your [G]knife
Offer me that death-[Am]less death
Good [Em]God, let me give you my [Am]life [G][F#][Em]
[E]Take me to [Em]church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your [B]lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your [G]knife
Offer me that death-[Am]less death
Good [Em]God, let me give you my [Am]life [G][F#][Em]
2. [Em]If I’m a pagan of the [Am]good times [Em]my lover’s the [Am]sunlight [G]
To keep the Goddess on [Am]my side [Em]she demands a sacri-[Am]fice [D]
To drain the whole sea [C]get something shiny [Em]
something meaty for the [Am]main course [Em]that’s a fine looking [Am]high horse [G]
What you got in the [Am]stable? [Em]we’ve a lot of starving [Am]faithful [D]
That looks tasty [C]that looks plenty, this is hungry work
Repeat chorus —–
Bridge:
[C]No masters [G]or kings when the [B7]ritual be-[Em]gins
There is [C]no sweeter [G]innocence than [B7]our gentle [Em]sin
In the [C]madness and [G]soil of that [B7]sad earthly [Em]scene
Only [C]then I am [G]human
Only [B7]then I am [Em]clean [D][G][C]
[C]A-[G]men,[Cm]A-[G]men, ,[Cm]A-[G]men
