Take Me To Church

Hozier

• EmiAmiEmiAmiGAmiEmiAmiEmiAmiEmiAmiGAmiEmiAmiDsus2C6
  S1:
  My lover's got humor 

  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 getting more bleak 

  A fresh poison each week 

  "We were born sick", you heard them say it
• EmiAmiEmiAmiGAmiEmiAmiC6CDsus2
  S2:
  My church offers no abso--lutes 

  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 
• GCGCGCmiG
  B1:
  Aaa, A---men 

  A---men, A-----men
• EmiH7GAmiEmiEmiH7GAmiEmi
  R1:
  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, 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, good God, let me give you my life
• EmiAmiEmiAmiGAmiEmiAmiDsus2EmiAmiEmiAmiGAmiEmiAmiDsus2C6CC6
  S3:
  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 

  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
• EmiH7GAmiEmiEmiH7GAmiEmi
  R1:
  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, 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, good God, let me give you my life
• CGH7/F♯Emi/GEmiCGH7/F♯Emi/GEmiCGH7/F♯Emi/GEmiCGH7/F♯EmiCmaj7Emi7/D
  R2:
  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 

  x-x-x- O--oh
• CGCGCmiGCmiG
  B2:
  x-x-x-x 

  Oh, A-------men 

  A-----men, A------men
• EmiH7GAmiEmiEmiH7GAmiEmiEmi
  R1:
  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, 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, good God, let me give you my life 

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