Hozier - Take Me To Church. My lovers got humour. Shes the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybodys disapproval. I shouldve worshipped her sooner. If the heavens ever did speak. Shes the last true mouthpiece. Every Sundays 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, Worship in the bedroom. The only heaven Ill be sent to. Is when Im alone with you— I was born sick, But I love it. Command me to be well. Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. [Chorus 2x:] Take me to church. Ill worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. Ill tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life. If Im a pagan of the good times. My lovers the sunlight. To keep the Goddess on my side. She demands a sacrifice. Drain the whole sea. Get something shiny. Something meaty for the main course. Thats a fine looking high horse. What you got in the stable? Weve a lot of starving faithful. That looks tasty. That looks plenty. This is hungry work. [Chorus 2x:] Take me to church. Ill worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. Ill 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. Amen. [Chorus 2x:] Take me to church. Ill worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. Ill tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life.
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