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Em My lover's got ChumourEm
She's the giggle at a Cfuneral G
Knows everybody's CdisapprovalEm
I should've worshipped her Csooner Em
If the Heavens ever Cdid speak Em
She is the last true Cmouthpiece G
Every Sunday's getting Cmore bleak Em
A fresh poison Ceach week A5
'We were born sick,Am' yGou heard them say it
Em My church offers no Cabsolutes Em
She tells me 'worship in the Cbedroom' G
The only heaven I'll be Csent to Em
Is when I'm alone Cwith you A5
C/G I was born sick,C/G but I love it
C/G Command me to be well
GAaaaaaaaaaaCmeGn. ACmeGn. ACmmenG
G F FTakFe me to Emchurch, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
Bm I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife G
Offer me that A5deathless death
Good EmGod, let me give you my life G F F F Chorus(2x)
Em If I'm a pagan of the Cgood times Em
My lover's the Csunlight G
To keep the Goddess on Cmy side Em
She demands a Csacrifice A5
To drain the whole sea C/G
Get something shiny Em
Something meaty for the Cmain course Em
That's a fine looking Chigh horse G
What you got in the Cstable? Em
We've a lot of starving Cfaithful G
That looks tasty C/G
That looks plenty C/G
G-F#
This is hungry work
FTakFe me to Emchurch, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
Bm I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife G
Offer me that A5deathless death
Good EmGod, let me give you my GliFfe F (F2x)
C No masters or Gkings when the Britual begEmins
There is Cno sweeter Ginnocence than Bour gentle Emsin
In Cthe madness and Gsoil of that Bsad earthly Emscene
Only Cthen I am Ghuman, only Bthen I am Emclean.
GAaaaaaaaaaaCmeGn. ACmeGn. ACmmenG
G F FTakFe me to Emchurch, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
Bm I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife G
Offer me that A5deathless death
Good EmGod, let me give you my life G F F F Chorus(2x)
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