Take Me To Church (the Voice Performance) Lyrics - Christiana Danielle

My lover's got humour 

She's the giggle at a funeral 

Knows everybody's disapproval 

I should've worshipped 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 

A-amen, amen, amen 

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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 

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 

If I'm a pagan of the good times 

My lover's the sunlight 

To keep the Goddess on my side 

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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 

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 

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 

Oh, 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 

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