Take Me To Church - Acoustic

My lover's got humor
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped 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
A-, amen, amen, amen

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
For 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
For good God, let me give you my life

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

I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
A-, amen, amen, amen

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
For 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
For good God, let me give you my life



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew John Hozier-byrne
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