0o6m 3'o 2'x 1'x 2'o 2'o2m 6o My lover's got humour, 0o6m 1'x 5x 5x 6x 1'x 6x 2'o2m 1'o she's the giggle at a funeral, 0x1 2'x 2'x 3'x 5'x 3'x 2'x 1'x 2'x2m ~1'x 1'o knows everybody's disapproval, 0x6m 1'x 1'x 1'x 5x 6x 1'o 2'o2m 1'o I should've worshipped her sooner. 0o6m 3'x 3'x 2'x 1'x 2'x 1'x 2'o2m 6o If the heavens ever did speak, 0o6m 1'x 5x 5x ~6x 1'o 2'o2m 1'o she's the last true mouthpiece, 0o1 2'x 3'x 5'x 3'x 2'x 1'x 2'o2m 2'x ~1'x Every Sunday's gettin' more bleak, 0o6m 1'o 5x ~6x 1'o 2'o2m 2'x ~1'x fresh poison each week. 0o5 2'x 3'x 3'x ~2'x 2'o 0x4 1'x 1'x 2'x 2'x 1'x We were born sick, you heard them say it. 0o6m 3'x 3'x 2'x 1'x 2'x ~1'x 2'ot2m 1'ot 1'ot My church offers no absolutes, 0x6m 5x 1'x 5x 5x 6x 1'x 6x 2'o2m 1'o she tells me 'Worship in the bedroom', 0x1 2'x 2'x 3'x 5'x 3'x 2'x 1'x 2'o2m 1'o the only heaven I'll be sent to 0x6m 1'x 1'o 5x 6x 1'o 2'o2m 1'o is when I'm alone with you. 0o5 2'x 3'x 3'x ~2'x 2'o 0o4 1'x 2'x 2'x ~1'x 1'o I was born sick, but I love it, 0x4 2'x 2'o 3'ot 2'ot 1'ot 1'q 0q command me to be well 0h 0q 1'x 7x 6x 6x _ Take me to church, ~6o6m 6o 3x 3x 6x 5x 6o 3x 3x 7x 1'x 7x 7x I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, 0o3 7o 7x 6x 7x 7x ~7x 6x 7x 6x 7x 6x 7x 1'x I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, 0o1 1'x 5x 5x ~6x 1'o 2'o2m 5x 6x ~6x 5x 1'x 1'x offer me that deathless death, oh good God, 0o6m 6x 5x 5x 6x 1'x 1'x 0h let me give you my life. MusicXML: