Take Me to Church Songtext
von Norah Davis

My love has got humour
She′s to giggle at her funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should have worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
She′s the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleek
Fresh poison each week
We were born sick
You heard them say it
My church offers no absolution, 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
And I love it
Command me to be well
A-a-a-a-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 so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death and 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 love is the sunlight
To keep the goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea
Get something Shiney
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We look and honest and faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty


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 and 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, and good God, let me give you my life

No masters or kings
When the ritual begins
There is no sweet or innocent
Than our gentle sin
In the madness is our
Our set earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean

A-a-a-a-a-amen
Amen
Amen