Take Me To Church (Andrey Vakulenko Buddha Bar Mix)
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's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting 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 Aaay. Amen. Amen. Amen.
[Chorus 2x:] 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 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
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
[Chorus 2x:] 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 Ooh oh. Amen. Amen. Amen.
[Chorus 2x:] 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 Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life