Ellie Goulding - Take me to church

^GmMy lover's got ^Cmhumour^Gm She's the giggle at a f^Cmuneral ^A# 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^A#ece Every Sunday's getting m^Cmore blea^Gmk A fresh poison e^Cmach we^Fek 'We were born sick,^D# you heard them say it ^Gm My church offers no ab^Cmsolute^Gms She tells me 'worship in the ^Cmbedroo^A#m' The only heaven I'll be s^Cment t^Gmo Is when I'm alone w^Cmith y^Fou I was born sick^D#, but I love it Command me to be well ^A#Aaaaaaaa^D#a aa^A#aaaaaaame^D#n. Aaa^A#aaaaamen^D#m. Am^A#en

Take me to chu^Gmrch 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^A#nife Offer me that dea^Cmthless death Good ^GmGod, let me give you my life

^GmIf I'm a pagan of the g^Cmood times ^GmMy lover's the sun^Cmlight ^A#To keep the Goddess on^Cm my side ^GmShe demands a sac^Cmrifice ^FTo drain the whole sea ^D#Get something shiny

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

Take me to chu^Gmrch 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^A#nife Offer me that dea^Cmthless death Good ^EmGod, let me give you my life

^D#No masters or ^A#kings when the rit^D7ual begins ^Gm There is^D# no sweeter in^A#nocence than ou^D7r gentle sin ^Gm In the m^D#adness and soi^A#l of that sa^D7d earthly sce^Gmne Only ^D#then I am hu^A#man

Only t^D7hen I am clea^Gmn ^{F D# A#}Amen. Am^D#en. Ame^A#n ^{D#m A#}

Take me to chu^Gmrch 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^A#nife Offer me that dea^Cmthless death Good ^GmGod, let me give you my life