Em My lover's got Amhumour Em She's the giggle at a Amfuneral
G Knows everybody's disapAmproval Em I should've worshipped her Amsooner
Em If the heavens ever Amdid speak Em She's the last true Ammouthpiece
G Every Sunday's getting Ammore bleak Em A fresh poison Ameach week
D We were born sick, C you heard them say it
Em My church offers no Amabsolutes
Em She tells me, "Worship in the Ambedroom."
G The only heaven I'll be Amsent to
Em Is when I'm alone Amwith you
D I was born sick C but I love it Command me to be well
Ay ay Gay Ca-Gmen. AmA-Gmen. CmA-Gmen
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Take me to Emchurch
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your B7lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your Gknife
Offer me that Amdeathless death
Good EmGod, let me give you my life
Em If I'm a pagan of the Amgood times
Em My lover's the Amsunlight
G To keep the Goddess on Ammy side
Em She demands a Amsacrifice
D Drain the whole sea...C get something shiny
Em Something meaty for the Ammain course Em That's a fine-looking Amhigh horse
G What you got in the Amstable?
Em We've a lot of starving Amfaithful
D That looks tasty... C that looks plenty, this is hungry work
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No CMasters or GKings... when the B7ritual beEmgins
There is Cno sweeter Ginnocence than B7our gentle Emsin
In the Cmadness and Gsoil... of that B7 sad earthly Emscene
Only Cthen I am Ghuman... only B7then I am Emclean Em7 C
GOhhhh oh CAaaaaaaa-Gmen
CmA- Gmen CmA- Gmen
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