Hozier - Take me to church

^Em My lover's got ^Amhumo^Emr, she's the giggle at a ^Amfune^Gral Knows everybody's disappr^Amoval^Em, I should've worshipped her s^Amoone^Emr If the Heavens ever ^Amdid speak^Em, sheâs the last t^Amrue mouth^Gpiece Every Sunday's getting m^Amore blea^Emk, a fresh poison e^Amach week^D We were born sick,^C you heard them say it ^Em My church offers no ^Amabsolute^Ems, she tells me 'worship in the ^Ambedroom'^G The only heaven I'll be ^Amsent t^Emo is when I'm alone w^Amith you^D I was born sick^C, but I love it. Command me to be well

Ay Ay Ay Ay ^GAy ^CAm^Gen ^CmAme^Gn ^CmAme^Gn

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Take me to c^Emhurch I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your l^B7ies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your kn^Gife Offer me that d^Ameathless death, good G^Emod, let me give you my l^Gife Take me to ch^Emurch I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your l^B7ies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your k^Gnife Offer me that d^Ameathless death, good G^Emod, let me give you my l^Gife

^Em If I'm a pagan of the g^Amood time^Ems, my lover's the ^Amsunlight^G To keep the Goddess on ^Ammy sid^Eme she demands a sac^Amrifice^D Drain the whole sea^C, get something shiny ^Em Something meaty for the ^Ammain cours^Eme, that's a fine looking ^Amhigh horse^G What you got in the s^Amtable^Em? We've a lot of starving f^Amaithful^D That looks tasty,^C that looks plenty, this is hungry work

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your kn^Gife Offer me that d^Ameathless death, good G^Emod, let me give you my l^Gife Take me to ch^Emurch I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your l^B7ies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your kn^Gife Offer me that d^Ameathless death, good G^Emod, let me give you my l^Gife

^C No masters^G or kings when the ^B7ritual beg^Emins There is ^Cno sweeter ^Ginnocence than ^B7our gentle ^Emsin In the m^Cadness and s^Goil of that ^B7sad earthly sc^Emene Only t^Chen I am h^Guman, only t^B7hen I am cl^Emean ^{D C} Oh

^GOh ^CAme^Gn ^CmAme^Gn ^CmAme^Gn

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your kn^Gife Offer me that d^Ameathless death, good G^Emod, let me give you my l^Gife Take me to ch^Emurch I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your l^B7ies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your kn^Gife Offer me that d^Ameathless death, good G^Emod, let me give you my l^Gife ^Em