[Verse1]
[Em] My lover's got h[Am]umor[Em], she's the giggle at a f[Am]uneral[G]
Knows everybody's disappr[Am]oval[Em], I should've worshipped her s[Am]ooner[Em]
If the Heavens ever d[Am]id speak[Em], she’s the last true m[Am]outhpiece[G]
Every Sunday's getting m[Am]more bleak[Em]bleak, a fresh poison [Am]each week[D]
We were born sick,[C]sick, you heard them say it
[Em] My church offers no [Am]absolutes[Em], she tells me 'worship in the b[Am]edroom'[G]
The only heaven I'll be s[Am]ent to[Em] is when I'm alone w[Am]ith you[D]
I was born sick,[C]sick, but I love it,[C]it, Command me to be well
Ay Ay Ay Ay [G]Ay [C]Am[G]Amen [Cm]Ame[G]Amen [Cm]Ame[G]n
[Chorus]
Take me to ch[Em]church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your l[B7]lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your kn[G]knife
Offer me that d[Am]eathless death, good G[Em]od, let me give you my l[G]ife
Take me to c[Em]church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your l[B7]lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your kn[G]knife
Offer me that d[Am]eathless death, good G[Em]od, let me give you my l[G]ife
[Verse2]
[Em] If I'm a pagan of the g[Am]ood times[Em], my lover's the s[Am]unlight[G]
To keep the Goddess on m[Am]y side[Em] she demands a sacr[Am]ifice[D]
Drain the whole sea,[C]sea, get something shiny
[Em] Something meaty for the m[Am]ain course[Em], that's a fine looking h[Am]igh horse[G]
What you got in the st[Am]able[Em]? We've a lot of starving f[Am]aithful[D]
That looks tasty,[C]tasty, that looks plenty,[C]plenty, this is hungry work
[Chorus]
Take me to ch[Em]church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your l[B7]lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your kn[G]knife
Offer me that d[Am]eathless death, good G[Em]od, let me give you my l[G]ife
Take me to c[Em]church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your l[B7]lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your kn[G]knife
Offer me that d[Am]eathless death, good G[Em]od, let me give you my l[G]ife
[Bridge]
No[C] masters or k[G]ings when the r[B7]itual beg[Em]ins
There is n[C]no sweeter [G]innocence than [B7]our gentle s[Em]sin
In the m[C]adness and s[G]oil of that s[B7]ad earthly sc[Em]ene
Only th[C]en I am h[G]uman, only th[B7]en I am cl[Em]ean[D] [C]
[Chorus]
Take me to ch[Em]church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your l[B7]lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your kn[G]knife
Offer me that d[Am]eathless death, good G[Em]od, let me give you my l[G]ife
Take me to c[Em]church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your l[B7]lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your kn[G]knife
Offer me that d[Am]eathless death, good G[Em]od, let me give you my l[G]ife [Em]
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