Take Me to the Church
Hozier"Take Me to the Church" is a song by Hozier, released in 2015 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:41 long and contains 42 lines and 288 words.
0:02My lover's got humour
0:05She's the giggle at a funeral
0:08Knows everybody's disapproval
0:11I should've worshipped her sooner
0:14If the heavens ever did speak
0:17She is the last true mouthpiece
0:20Every sunday's getting more bleak
0:22A fresh poison each week
0:25'We were born sick ' you heard them say it
0:29My church offers no absolutes
0:32She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
0:35The only heaven I'll be sent to
0:37Is when I'm alone with you
0:40I was born sick but I love it
0:44Command me to be well
0:46Amen amen amen amen
0:59Take me to church
1:01I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
1:04I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
1:08Offer me that deathless death
1:11Good god let me give you my life
1:14Take me to church
1:15I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
1:19I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
1:23Offer me that deathless death
1:25Good god let me give you my life
1:30No masters or kings when the ritual begins
1:37There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
1:44In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
1:51Only then I am human
1:55Only then I am clean
2:05Amen amen amen
2:16Take me to church
2:17I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
2:20I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
2:24Offer me that deathless death
2:27Good god let me give you my life
2:30Take me to church
2:32I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
2:35I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
2:39Offer me that deathless death
2:41Good god let me give you my life
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 Amen 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 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 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 and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good god let me give you my life
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