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My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouth piece Every Sunday is getting more bleak Fresh poison each week We were born sick, you've heard them say it Command me to be well Amen Amen Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife offer me that deathless death and good god let me give you my life 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 free Oh Amen Amen Amen Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death and good god let me give you my life (x2) Aus Songtexte Mania