TAKE ME TO CHURCH (132 BPM) - KARMA-歌词_1

TAKE ME TO CHURCH (132 BPM) - KARMA

Written by：HOZIER

My lover's got humour

My lover's got humour

My lover's got humour

My lover's got humour

My lover's got humour

My lover's got

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

My lover's my lover's

My lover's got humour

She's the giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody's disapproval

I should've wors hipped 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

Aaay amen

Aaay amen

Aaay amen

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 my life

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 my life my life

Nif I'm a pagan of the good times

My lover's the sunlight

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

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 my life

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 my life 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

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 my life

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 my life my life

My life my life my life

My life my life my life my life

My life my life my life my life my life my life

My lover's got humour

My lover's got humour

My lover's got humour

My lover's got humour

My lover's got humour

My lover's got humour

My lover's got humour