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My lovGmer's got humourCm Gm
She's the giggle at a fCmuneral A
Knows everybody's disapCmproval Gm
I should've worshipped her sCmooner Gm
If the Heavens ever dCmid speaGmk
She is the last true Cmmouth piAece
Every Sunday's getting mCmore bleaGmk
A fresh poison eCmach weFek
'We were born sick,D you heard them say it Gm
My church offers no abCmsoluteGms
She tells me 'worship in the CmbedrooAm'
The only heaven I'll be sCment tGmo
Is when I'm alone wCmith yFou
I was born sickD, but I love it
Command me to be well
AAaaaaaaaDa aaAaaaaaaameDn. AaaAaaaaamenD#m. AmAen
Take me to chuGmrch
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lD7ies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your kAnife
Offer me that deaCmthless death
Good GmGod, let me give you my life
GmIf I'm a pagan of the gCmood times
GmMy lover's the sunCmlight
ATo keep the Goddess onCm my side
GmShe demands a sacCmrifice
FTo drain the whole sea
DGet something shiny
GmSomething meaty for the Cmmain course Gm
That's a fine looking hCmigh horse A
What you got in the Cmstable? Gm
We've a lot of starving fCmaithful
FThat looks tasty
DThat looks plenty
DThis is hungry work
Take me to chuGmrch
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lD7ies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your kAnife
Offer me that deaCmthless death
Good EmGod, let me give you my life
DNo masters or Akings when the ritD7ual begins Gm
There isD no sweeter inAnocence than ouD7r gentle sin Gm
In the mDadness and soiAl of that saD7d earthly sceGmne
Only Dthen I am huAman
Only tD7hen I am cleaGmn F D
AAmen. AmDen. AmeAn D#m A
Take me to chuGmrch
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lD7ies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your kAnife
Offer me that deaCmthless death
Good GmGod, let me give you my life
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