"I hope that some animal never bores into my head and lays eggs because later you might think you are having a good idea, but it's just eggs hatching." Jack Handey
I’ve got no money in my hands or my coat or my pocket Wont get to space cos I haven’t got a rocket But I’ve air in my lungs Eyes in my sockets And a heart that beats Like a tap that leaks In the night when you haven’t got a plumber who can stop it Jack in a box without a key to lock it Well this boat may sink but I’m not gonna rock it Cos the sea doesn’t know my name Yeah the boat may sink but I’m not gonna rock it Cos the sea doesn’t know my name
Well if you can’t get what you love You learn to love the things you’ve got If you can’t be what you want You learn to be the things you’re not If you can’t get what you need You learn to need the things that stop you dreaming All the things that stop you dreaming
Well I’ve got no ones word and no bodies promise Not a lot to show but this book full of sonnets And my liver may be fucked but my heart is honest And my word is true Like the sky is blue In the summer time when everybody gets on it Warm our skins and get sunburnt from it And our eyes shine bright like a sky full of comets that shoot like silver trains Yeah our eyes shine bright like a sky full of comets that shoot like silver trains
Well if you can’t get what you love You learn to love the things you’ve got If you can’t be what you want You learn to be the things you’re not If you can’t get what you need You learn to need the things that stop you dreaming All the things that stop you dreaming
Well if you can’t get what you love You learn to love the things you’ve got If you can’t be what you want You learn to be the things you’re not If you can’t get what you need You learn to need the things that stop you dreaming All the things that stop you dreaming All the things that stop you dreaming
My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick" You heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me "worship in the bedroom" The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well
Amen, Amen, Amen
Take me to church 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 [x2]
If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work
Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies