Take Me To Church

My lover's got humour, she's the giggle at a funeral,

knows ev'rybody's disapproval, I should have worshipped her sooner.

If the heavens ever did speak,

she's the last true mouthpiece, ev'ry Sunday's getting more bleak,

fresh poison each week.

(C)We were born sick, you heard them say it.

(Am)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.

(C)I was born sick, but I love it,

command me to be well.

A, (Cm)amen, amen,

(G)amen. Take me to (Em)Church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your (B)lies,

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your (Am)knife,

offer me that deathless death, oh good (Em)God,

let me give you my life.

Take me to Church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your (B)lies,

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your (Am)knife,

offer me that deathless death, oh good (Em)God,

let me give you my life.

Take me to Church let me give you my life.

(Am)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.

(C)Drain the whole sea, get something shiny,

(Am)something meaty for the main course,

that's a fine looking high horse,

what you got in the stable?

We've got a lot of starving faithful.

(C)That looks tasty, that looks plenty,

this is hungry work.

Take me to (G)Church,

No masters or kings when the (Em)ritual begins,

there is (G)no sweeter innocence than (Em)our gentle sin.

In the (G)madness and soil of that (Em)sad earthly scene,

only (G)then I am human, only (Em)then I am clean.

(C)Oh. Oh.

(Cm)Amen, amen, (G)amen.

Take me to (Em)Church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your (B)lies,

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your (Am)knife,