Michsey - Take me to church | Текст песни

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• Take me to church

My lover's got humour
Нe's the giggle at a funeral
Everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped his sooner

If the Heavens ever did speak
Нe's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
Fresh poison each week

'You were born sick,' you heard them say it
My church offers no absolution
Tells me, 'Worship in the bedroom'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you
We were born sick,
But I love it
Command me to be well

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen

(Chorus x2)
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

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