Take Me To Church (The Voice Performance) Songtext
von Matt McAndrew
Take Me To Church (The Voice Performance) Songtext
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
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
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
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
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
So you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my 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 my 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
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
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
Take me to church
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
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
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
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
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
So you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my 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 my 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
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
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
Take me to church
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