[RODERICK]
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
[RODERICK with JANE (& NEW DIRECTIONS)]
I was born sick
But I love it
(Command me to be well)
[RODERICK]
Aay, amen, amen, amen
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
[RODERICK with JANE (& NEW DIRECTIONS)]
I was born sick
But I love it
(Command me to be well)
[RODERICK]
Aay, amen, amen, amen
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