Hozier - Take Me To Church

                


                               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 is the last true mouthpiece
                   Every Sunday's getting more bleak
                   A fresh poison each week

                   We were born sick
                   You heard them say it

                   My church offers no absolutes
                   She tells me ''worshipin 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

                    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
                    So you can sharpen your knife
                    Offer me that deathless death
                    Good God, let me give you my like 

                    Take me to church
                    I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
                    I'll tell you my sins
                    So you can sharpen your knife
                    Offer me that deathless death
                    Good God, let me give you my life 

                    If I'm a pagan of the good time
                    My lover's the sunlight
                    To keep the Goddess on my side 
                    She demands a sacrifice

                    To drain the whole sea get something shiny
                    Something meaty for the main course
                    That's a fine looking high horse
                    What you got in the stable? 

                    We've a lot of starving faithful
                    That looks tasty
                    That looks plenty
                    This is hungry work

                    Take me to church
                    I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
                    I'll tell you my sins
                    So you can sharpen your knife 
                    Offer me my deathless death
                    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
                     So you can sharpen your knife
                     Offer me my deathless death
                     Good god, let me give you my life

                      No masters or kings when the ritual begins
                      There is no sweeter innocence
                      Than our gentle sin
                      In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
                      Only then I am human, only then I am clean

                       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
                       So you can sharpen your knife
                       Offer me that deathless death
                       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 
                        So you can sharpen your knife
                        Offer me that deathless death
                        Good God, let me give you my life.