Take Me To Church - Hozier
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
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
Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay.. 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, 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
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
(ซ้ำ * )
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 Oh
Oh Amen. Amen. Amen
(ซ้ำ * )
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