Tom: A
Introdução:
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
If the heavens ever did speak
Am G
She is the last true mouthpiece
Am Em
Every sunday's getting more bleak
Am D
A fresh poison each week
C
"We were born sick"
Em
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
G5 F#5
F#5 F5 Em
Take me to church
Bm
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins
G
So you can sharpen your knife
Am
Offer me that deathless death
Em A5 G5
Good God, let me give you my life
G5 F#5 Em
Take me to church
Bm
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins
G
So you can sharpen your knife
Am
Offer me that deathless death
Em A5 G5
Good God, let me give you my life
C/G
G B7 Em
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
C/G G
There is no sweeter innocence
B7 Em
Than our gentle sin
C/G G B7 Em
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
C/G G B7 Em D C
Only then I am human, only then I am clean
G5 F#5
F#5 F5 Em
Take me to church
Bm
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins
G
So you can sharpen your knife
Am
Offer me that deathless death
Em A5 G5
Good God, let me give you my life
G5 F#5 Em
Take me to church
Bm
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins
G
So you can sharpen your knife
Am
Offer me that deathless death
Em A5 G5
Good God, let me give you my life
F#5 E5