Отключить рекламуEm Am My lover's got humor
Em Am She's the giggle at a funeral
G Am Knows everybody's disapproval
Em Am I should've worshiped her sooner
Em Am If the Heavens ever did speak
Em Am She's the last true mouthpiece
G Am Every Sunday's getting more bleak
Em Am A fresh poison each week
D C "We were born sick", you heard them say it
Em Am My church offers no absolutes
Em Am She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
G Am The only Heaven I'll be sent to
Em Am Is when I'm alone with you
D C C I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
G C G Cm G C G
A-, Amen, Amen, Amen
EmTake me to church
B7I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
GI'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
AmOffer me that deathless death
EmGood God, let me give you my life
EmTake me to church
B7I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
GI'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
AmOffer me that deathless death
EmGood God, let me give you my life
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