Take Me To Church - Hozier

My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshiped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's gettin' 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 Take me to church I'll- at the shrine of your lies I'll- and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Oh, good God, let me give you my life Take me to church (you're good, God) At the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Oh, good God, let me give you my life If I'm a pagan of the good times (God) Good-, good-, good times Good-, good-, good times Take me to church, ch-, ch- Take-, 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) A-a-a-a-a-a-a, amen Amen, amen A-a-a-a-a-a-a, amen Amen, amen Take me to church I'll- (Royalty Collective) Take me to, church Take me (God) (God) God God (oh!) Take me to church Take me to church God Take-, take-, take me to church, church Church, church, church, ch-church Take-, take-, 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)

I'm starvin', darlin' Let me put my lips to something Let me wrap my teeth around the world Start carvin', darlin' I wanna smell the dinner cooking I wanna feel the edges start to burn Honey I, wanna race you to the table If you hesitate, the gettin' is gone I won't lie, if there's something to be gained There's money to be made, whatever's still to come Get some Pull up the ladder when the flood comes Throw enough rope until the legs have swung Seven new ways that you can eat your young Come and get some Skinning the children for a war drum Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns It's quicker and easier to eat your young You can't buy this fineness Let me see the heat get to you Let me watch the dressing start to peel It's a kindness, highness Crumbs enough for everyone Old and young are welcome to the meal Honey I'm, makin' sure the table's made We can celebrate, the good that we've done I won't lie, if there's something still to take There is ground to break, whatever's still to come Get some Pull up the ladder when the flood comes Throw enough rope until the legs have swung Seven new ways that you can eat your young Come and get some Skinning the children for a war drum Putting food on the table selling bombs and guns It's quicker and easier to eat your young