_ _
Em My
Am lover's got humor.
Em She's the giggle at
Am a funeral.
G Knows everybody's
Am Em disapproval.
I should have worshipped
Am her sooner.
Em.
If the heavens
Am ever did
Em speak, she's the last
Am true
G mouthpiece.
Every
Am Sunday's getting more
Em bleak.
Fresh
Am poison each week.
D We were
C born sick, you heard them
Em say it.
My church
Am offers no
Em absolutes.
She tells me
Am worship in the
G bedroom.
The only
Am heaven I'll be
E sent to is when
Am I'm alone with you.
D I was
C born sick, but our lover commanded me to be well.
G Amen.
C _
G Amen.
C _
G _ _
Cm G Amen.
Amen.
F#.
Em Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the
B shrine.
I'll tell you my sins and you can
G sharpen your knife.
Offer
Am me that deathless
Em dead, the good life.
Let me give you my life.
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the
B shrine.
I'll tell you my sins and you can
G sharpen your knife.
Offer
Am me that death instead.
The good
Em God, let me give you my life.
If I'm a
Am pagan of the
Em good time.
My
Am love is the
G sunlight.
Keep the
Am goddess on
Em my side.
See the
Am man's a sacrifice.
D Dream the
C whole scene.
Get some
Em shiny.
Something
Am meaty for the
Em main course.
Let's
Am find a looking
G high horse.
What you
Am got in the stable.
Em Leave the
Am lot of starving faithful.
D That looks
C tasty.
That looks plenty.
This is hungry work.
Take
Em me to church, I'll worship like a dog.
At the
B shrine of your life.
I'll tell you my sins so you can
G sharpen your knife.
Offer
Am me my death instead.
The good
Em God, let me give you my life.
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog.
At the
B shrine of your life.
I'll tell you my sins so you can
G sharpen your knife.
Offer
Am me my death instead.
The good
Em God, let me give you my life.
C No
G master or king.
B When the ritual
Em begins.
C There is no sweeter
G.
innocence.
B Than our
Em death of sin.
C In the madness
G and sorrow.
B But that's
Em selfishly.
C Only then
G I am human.
B Only then
Em I am me
G _
C Oh _ .
_
G Oh.
_
C _
G Amen.
Cm _ .
G _
Cm Amen
G _ Amen.
F# Em Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog.
At the
B shrine of your life.
I'll tell you my sins so you can
G sharpen your knife.
Offer
Am me my death instead.
The good
Em God, let me give you my life.
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog.
At the
B shrine of your life.
_ I'll tell you my sins so you can
G sharpen your knife.
Offer
Am me my death instead.
The good
Em God, let me give you my life _ .
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