Take Me to Church

[Verse 1]
Em             Am    Em
My lover's got humour
                       Am     G
She's the giggle at a funeral
                       Am     Em
Knows everybody's disapproval
                            Am    Em
I should've worshipped her sooner
                     Am      Em
If the Heavens ever did speak
                     Am          G
She is the last true mouth piece
                        Am      Em
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
                Am      D
A fresh poison each week
                   C                     Em 
'We were born sick, you heard them say it
                      Am     Em
My church offers no absolutes
                             Am      G
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
                         Am     Em
The only heaven I'll be sent to
                   Am      D
Is when I'm alone with you
               C
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
G      C     G       Cm       G      Cm G  Cm G-F#/F#-F Em
Aaaaaaaaa    aaaaaaaaamen. Aaaaaaaamen. Amen

[Chorus](2x)
              Em
Take me to church                 
                                               B
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
                                                G
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
                 Am
Offer me that deathless death
     Em                       Am-G-F#-Em
Good God, let me give you my life

2x                                                                                        

Em                     Am    Em

If I'm a pagan of the good times

                 Am     G
My lover's the sunlight

                     Am     Em
To keep the Goddess on my side
               Am     D

She demands sacrifice
                        C                     Em 

To drain the whole sea Get something shiny

                        Am         Em

Something meaty for the main course
                            Am     G

That's a fine looking high horse
                    Am         Em

What you got in the stable?
                        Am         D

We've a lot of starving faithful
                 C

That looks tasty, That looks plenty

This is hungry work

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
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
Amen. Amen. Amen