1. Em My lover’s got Am humour Em, she’s the giggle at a Am funeral G
Knows everybody’s disapAm proval Em I should’ve worshipped her Am sooner Em
If the Heavens ever Am did speak Em she is the last true Am mouthpiece G
Every Sunday’s gettingAm more bleak Em A fresh poison Am each D week
We were born sick,C ‘ you heard them say it Em
My church offers no ab-Am solutes Em She tells me ‘worship in the Am bedroom G
The only heaven I’ll be Am sent to Em Is when I’m alone Am with D you
I was born sick,C but I love it command me to be well
C A-G men,Cm A-G men, ,Cm A-G men
Chorus:
E Take me to Em church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your B lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your G knife
Offer me that death-Am less death
Good Em God, let me give you my Am life GF#Em
E Take me to Em church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your B lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your G knife
Offer me that death-Am less death
Good Em God, let me give you my Am life GF#Em
2. Em If I’m a pagan of the Am good times Em my lover’s the Am sunlight G
To keep the Goddess on Am my side Em she demands a sacri-Am fice D
To drain the whole sea C get something shiny Em
something meaty for the Am main course Em that’s a fine looking Am high horse G
What you got in the Am stable? Em we’ve a lot of starving Am faithful D
That looks tasty C that looks plenty, this is hungry work
Repeat chorus —–
Bridge:
C No masters G or kings when the B7 ritual be-Em gins
There is C no sweeter G innocence than B7 our gentle Em sin
In the C madness and G soil of that B7 sad earthly Em scene
Only C then I am G human
Only B7 then I am Em clean DGC
C A-G men,Cm A-G men, ,Cm A-G men
