Take Me To Church
she's the giggle at a
Knows everybody's disap
Every Sunday's getting
We were born sick,
My church offers no ab-
I was born sick,
like a dog at the shrine of your
I'll tell you my sins and
you can sharpen your
Offer me that death-
Good
let me give you my
To keep the Goddess on
To drain the whole sea
What you got in the
That looks tasty
when the
There is
than
In the
Only
Only