Chloe Moriondo - Take me to church

^GmMy lover's got ^Cmhumour^Gm She's the giggle at a f^Cmuneral ^Bb Knows everybody's disap^Cmproval ^Gm I should've worshipped her s^Cmooner ^Gm If the Heavens ever d^Cmid spea^Gmk She is the last true ^Cmmouth pi^Bbece Every Sunday's getting m^Cmore blea^Gmk A fresh poison e^Cmach we^Fek 'We were born sick,^Eb you heard them say it ^Gm My church offers no ab^Cmsolute^Gms She tells me 'worship in the ^Cmbedroo^Bbm' The only heaven I'll be s^Cment t^Gmo Is when I'm alone w^Cmith y^Fou We were born si^Ebck, but I love it

Take me to ch^Gmurch I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your l^D7ies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your k^Bbnife Offer me that dea^Cmthless death G^Gmood God, let me give you my l^Bbife^{A F#m D7}

^GmIf I'm a pagan of the g^Cmood times ^GmMy lover's the sun^Cmlight ^BbTo keep the Goddess o^Cmn my side ^GmShe demands a ^Cmsacrifice ^FTo drain the whole sea ^EbGet something shiny

^GmSomething meaty for the ^Cmmain course ^Gm That's a fine looking h^Cmigh horse ^Bb What you got in the ^Cmstable? ^Gm We've a lot of starving f^Cmaithful ^FThat looks tasty ^EbThat looks plenty ^EbThis is hungry work

Take me to ch^Gmurch I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your l^D7ies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your k^Bbnife Offer me that dea^Cmthless death G^Gmood God, let me give you my l^Bbife^A

^F#mTake^D7 me to ch^Gmurch I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your l^D7ies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your k^Bbnife Offer me that dea^Cmthless death G^Gmood God, let me give you my life

^EbNo masters ^Bbor kings when the ^D7ritual begins^Gm There is^Eb no sweeter i^Bbnnocence than ^D7our gentle si^Gmn In the m^Ebadness and so^Bbil of that ^D7sad earthly s^Gmcene Only ^Ebthen I am h^Bbuman Only t^D7hen I am cl^Gmean F Eb Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Eb* Bb* Aaaaaaaaamen aaaaaaaaamen Aaaaaaaamen Amen

Take me to ch^Gmurch I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your l^D7ies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your k^Bbnife Offer me that dea^Cmthless death G^Gmood God, let me give you my l^Bbife^A

^F#mTake^D7 me to ch^Gmurch I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your l^D7ies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your k^Bbnife Offer me that dea^Cmthless death G^Gmood God, let me give you my lif^Bbe ^{A F#m D7}