Em Am Em My loverʼs got humour, Am G Sheʼs the giggle at a funeral Am Em Knows everybodyʼs disapproval Am Em I shouldʼve worshipped her sooner Am Em If the Heavens ever did speak Am G She is the last true mouthpiece Am Em Every Sundayʼs getting more bleak Am D9 A fresh poison each week C Em We were born sick, you heard them say it Am Em My church offers no absolutes Am G She tells me ʼworship in the bedroomʼ Am Em The only heaven Iʼll be sent to Am D9 Is when Iʼm alone with you C I was born sick, but I love it C Command me to be well G C G Cm G Cm G Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Chorus: Em Take me to church Em B7 Iʼll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies B7 G Iʼll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife G Am Offer me that deathless death Em Good God, let me give you my life Em Am Em If Iʼm a pagan of the good times Am G My loverʼs the sunlight Am Em To keep the Goddess on my side Am D9 She demands a sacrifice C To drain the whole sea C Em Get something shiny Am Em Something meaty for the main course Am G Thatʼs a fine looking high horse C Em What you got in the stable? Am D9 Weʼve a lot of starving faithful C That looks tasty C That looks plenty C This is hungry work Chorus: Em Take me to church Em B7 Iʼll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies B7 G Iʼll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife G Am Offer me that deathless death Em Good God, let me give you my life C G B7 Em No masters or kings when the ritual begins C G B7 Em There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin C G B7 Em In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene C G Only then I am human B7 Em Em C7 C Only then I am clean G C G Cm G Cm G Amen. Amen. Amen Chorus: Em Take me to church Em B7 Iʼll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies B7 G Iʼll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife G Am Offer me that deathless death Em Good God, let me give you my life
