Hozier: Take Me To Church
My lover's got humour,
Am G
She's the giggle at a funeral
Am Em
Knows everybody's disappro-val
Am Em
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouth piece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
Am D
A fresh poison each week
D
We were born sick,
You heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Am D
Is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick,
But I love it command me to be well
G
A-a-a...
C G
Amen...
C G
Amen...
Amen...
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Em
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at
The shrine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins
G
And you can sharpen your knife
Am
Offer me that deathless death
Em G-F# F#-F
Good God, let me give you my life
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
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
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C G
No masters or kings
H7 Em
When the ritual begins
C G
There is no sweeter innocence
H7 Em
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...
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