Playing settingsUkulele · Original key
Rhythm & accompaniment
VERSE
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
We were born sick, you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me worship in the bedroom
VERSE
I was born sick, but I love it
CHORUS
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
God, let me give you my life
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death good
God, let me give you my life
VERSE
If I'm a pagan of the good times my lover's the sunlight
Keep the goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course,
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful,
CHORUS
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
God Let me give you my life
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
God let me give you my life
BRIDGE
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than
In the madness and soil of
CHORUS
CHORUS
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 my deathless death good
God, let me give you my life
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 my deathless death good
God, let me give you my life
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