She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody′s disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
′We were born sick, ′ you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom′
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I′m alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I′ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
If I′m a pagan of the good times
To keep the Goddess on my side
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We′ve a lot of starving faithful
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I′ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I′ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
I′ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I′ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life