Take Me To Church

[Verse 1]

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 gettin' 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 heavеn I'll be sent to

Is when I'm alonе with you

I was born sick, but I love it

Command me to be well

[Pre-Chorus]

A, amen

Amen, amen

[Chorus]

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

Oh, good God, let me give you my life

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

Oh, good God, let me give you my life