Take Me To Church Lyrics
Take Me To Church - Nicole Cross
Written by：HOZIER BYRNE/ANDREW JOHN
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 '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
Ahaa a men a men a men
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
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
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
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