Verse 1
[Em]My lover's got [Am] [Em]humour
She's the giggle at a [Am] [G]funeral
Knows everybody's [Am] [Em]disapproval
I should've worshipped her [Am] [Em]sooner
If the Heavens ever [Am]did [Em]speak
She is the last room [Am]of [G]peace
Every Sunday's getting [Am]more [Em]bleak
A fresh poison [Am]each [D]week
'We were born sick, [C]you heard them say [Em]it
My church offers no [Am] [Em]absolutes
She tells me 'worship in the [Am] [G]bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be [Am]sent [Em]to
Is when I'm alone [Am]with [D]you
I was born [C]sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
I'll tell you my sins
and you can sharpen your [G]knife
Offer me that [Am]deathless death
Good [Em]God, let me give you my [Am]-[G]-[F#]-[Em]life
Verse 2(2x)
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
To drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
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
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work
Chorus
Bridge
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Amen. Amen. Amen
Chorus
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