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Em My lover's gotAm7 humEmor, she's the giggle at aAm7 funGeral
Knows everybody's disapprAm7ovalEm, I should've worshipped her sAm7ooneEmr
If the Heavens ever Am7did speakEm, she's the last true mAm7outhpieceG
Every Sunday's getting mAm7ore bleaEmk, a fresh poison eAm7ach weekD
We were born sick,Cadd9 you heard them say it
Em My church offers no Am7absoluteEms, she tells me 'worship in the Am7bedroom'G
The only heaven I'll be Am7sent tEmo is when I'm alone wAm7ith youD
I was born sickCadd9, but I love it. Command me to be well
Ay Ay Ay Ay GAy CAmeGn CAmeGn Cm7AmenG
Take me to Emchurch I'll worship
Like a dog at the shrine of your lBm9ies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knCife
Offer me that deGathless death, good CGod, let me give you my Glife
GTaG/Fke me to Emchurch I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your Bm9lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knCife
Offer me that dGeathless death, good CGod, let me give you my Glife G D/F
Em If I'm a pagan of the gAm7ood timeEms, my lover's the Am7sunlightG
To keep the Goddess on Am7my sidEme she demands a sacAm7rifice D
Drain the whole seaCadd9, get something shiny
Em Something meaty for the Am7main coursEme, that's a fine looking Am7high horse G
What you got in the sAm7table?Em We've a lot of starving fAm7aithful D
That looks tasty,Cadd9 that looks plenty, this is hungry work
GTakG/Fe me to Emchurch I'll worship
Like a dog at the shrine of your lBm9ies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knCife
Offer me that deGathless death, good CGod, let me give you my Glife
GTaD/Fke me to Emchurch I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your Bm9lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knCife
Offer me that dGeathless death, good EmGod, let me give you my life
C No mastersG or kings when the Britual begEmins
There is nCo sweeter Ginnocence than Bour gentle Emsin
In the mCadness and sGoil of that Bsad earthly scEmene
Only thCen I am hGuman, only thBen I am clEmean D Cadd9
Take me to Emchurch I'll worship
Like a dog at the shrine of your lBm9ies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knCife
Offer me that deGathless death, good CGod, let me give you my Glife
Take me to Emchurch I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your Bm9lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knCife
Offer me that dGeathless death, good CGod, let me give you my lGife D/F Em
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