Met you in church when God was on my side
You said goodbye when it all went to hell
Met you when I was young, left me alone when I grew wise
So these days I just cry and yell

“Get me to church, I've got God on my mind
I'll get down on my knees if I must
Get me to church, take me back to the time
Of the wedding, the funeral pyre”

Show me the way, the truth of my life
I don't know where I went wrong
I can't understand the touch of your hand
Is deep and it lingers on
Now I want to be free

Met you at a time when we didn't know much
We probably knew less than most
We were sheltered back then, we were quite untouched
Except for the hands of the holy ghost

Get me to church, I've got God on my mind
I'll get down on my knees, talk in tongues
Get me to church, take me back to the time
I saw the spirit descend like a dove

And show me the way, the truth of my life
I don't know where I went wrong
But I can't understand the touch of your hand
Is deep and it lingers on
Now I want to be free
Of what you saw in me

Get me to church, I want God on my side
It was simple when we were young
Get me to church so they can cast this out
I want to be free of what you denounced