A lie for a lie, but a truth for the truth
Church of women is made out of milk
which their love turns to butter -er -er
Church of women will have you give praise
with a laugh, bark and stutter -er -er
Like us men like us men they are nothing like us men
Men have gargoyles 'round their hearts
I'm on my knees but dancing
Want to worship at the church of women
Breathe 'em in until my head goes spinning around
Want to worship at the church
Let me worship at the church of women
Church of women is making donations of loving and giving -ing -ing
Church of women performing that miracle raising the living -ing -ing
Like us men like us men will they ever like us men?
Men have thorns around their minds
I'm on my mountain preaching
Want to worship at the church of women
Breathe 'em in until my head goes spinning around
Want to worship at the church
Let me worship at the church of women
Lie for a lie, but a truth for the truth
Give 'em back their house: the walls, the doors, the floors and roof
And stop tryin' to diet on the wafers and wine and submit we're in control
Now let's put things right
Let's multiply the loves and kisses
'Til we have enough to love and eat forever
Want to worship at the church of women
I want to worship at the church of women now
Breathe 'em in until my head goes spinning around
I'll breathe 'em in until my head goes spinning 'round
Want to worship at the church
Let me worship at the church of women
Want to worship at the church of women
(Repeat X3 and fade)Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit.
Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows.
Blessed are the sat upon, Spat upon, Ratted on,
O Lord, Why have you forsaken me?
I got no place to go,
I've walked around Soho for the last night or so.
Ah, but it doesn't matter, no.
Blessed is the land and the kingdom.
Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to.
Blessed are the meth drinkers, Pot sellers, Illusion dwellers.
O Lord, Why have you forsaken me?
My words trickle down, like a wound
That I have no intention to heal.
Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass.
Blessed is the church service makes me nervous
Blessed are the penny rookers, Cheap hookers, Groovy lookers.
O Lord, Why have you forsaken me?
I have tended my own garden
Much too long.