Chords for Take Me to Church (Glee Cast Version)
Tempo:
64.25 bpm
Chords used:
G
Em
Am
C
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] My lover's got humor, she's the giggle [Am] at a funeral, [G] knows everybody's [E] disapproval, I should've worshipped her sooner.
If the heavens ever [Em] did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece.
Every Sunday's getting more bleak, a fresh [Am] poison each [D] week.
We were born [C] sick, you heard them say [E] it.
My church offers no absolute, she tells me worship in [G] the bedroom.
The only heaven I'll [E] be sent to, is [Am] when I'm alone with [D] you.
I was born [C] sick, but I love it.
Command me to be well.
[G]
[C] Amen, amen, [G] amen, amen.
[Em] Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the [B] shrine of your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for [Am] me, that heavenless [Em] day of the 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 and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for [Am] me, that heavenless [Em] day of the God, let me give you my life.
[E] I'm begging of a good time, my lover's the [G] sunlight.
The [Am] goddess on my side, [E] [D] sacrifice.
Drink the [C] whole seat, get something [Em] shiny.
Something meaty for the main course.
That's a fine looking [G] high horse.
What you [Am] got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving [D] faithful.
That looks [C] tasty, that looks plenty.
This is hungry worth.
Take [Em] me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the [B] shrine of your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for [Am] me, that heavenless day [Em] of the 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 and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for me, [Am] that heavenless day [Em] of the God, let me give you my life.
[C]
No [G] master or kings [F#m] when the ritual [Em] begins.
[C] There is no [G] sweeter innocence [F#m] than our [Em] gentle sins.
[C] In the madness [G] and the joy [F#m] of their [Em] saddest scenes.
[C] Only then I [G] am human, [F#m] only then I [Em] am clean.
[G]
[C] [G] [C]
[G] Amen, amen, amen.
[D] Take [Em] me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine [B] of your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen [G] your knife.
[Am] Call for me, that [Em] heavenless day of the God, let me give you my life.
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of [B] your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen [G] your knife.
Call for me, [Am] that heavenless day of the [Em] God, let me give you my life.
If the heavens ever [Em] did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece.
Every Sunday's getting more bleak, a fresh [Am] poison each [D] week.
We were born [C] sick, you heard them say [E] it.
My church offers no absolute, she tells me worship in [G] the bedroom.
The only heaven I'll [E] be sent to, is [Am] when I'm alone with [D] you.
I was born [C] sick, but I love it.
Command me to be well.
[G]
[C] Amen, amen, [G] amen, amen.
[Em] Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the [B] shrine of your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for [Am] me, that heavenless [Em] day of the 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 and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for [Am] me, that heavenless [Em] day of the God, let me give you my life.
[E] I'm begging of a good time, my lover's the [G] sunlight.
The [Am] goddess on my side, [E] [D] sacrifice.
Drink the [C] whole seat, get something [Em] shiny.
Something meaty for the main course.
That's a fine looking [G] high horse.
What you [Am] got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving [D] faithful.
That looks [C] tasty, that looks plenty.
This is hungry worth.
Take [Em] me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the [B] shrine of your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for [Am] me, that heavenless day [Em] of the 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 and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for me, [Am] that heavenless day [Em] of the God, let me give you my life.
[C]
No [G] master or kings [F#m] when the ritual [Em] begins.
[C] There is no [G] sweeter innocence [F#m] than our [Em] gentle sins.
[C] In the madness [G] and the joy [F#m] of their [Em] saddest scenes.
[C] Only then I [G] am human, [F#m] only then I [Em] am clean.
[G]
[C] [G] [C]
[G] Amen, amen, amen.
[D] Take [Em] me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine [B] of your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen [G] your knife.
[Am] Call for me, that [Em] heavenless day of the God, let me give you my life.
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of [B] your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen [G] your knife.
Call for me, [Am] that heavenless day of the [Em] God, let me give you my life.
Key:
G
Em
Am
C
E
G
Em
Am
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ My lover's got humor, she's the giggle [Am] at a funeral, [G] knows everybody's [E] disapproval, I should've worshipped her sooner.
If the heavens ever [Em] did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece.
Every Sunday's getting more bleak, a fresh [Am] poison each [D] week.
We were born [C] sick, you heard them say [E] it.
My church offers no absolute, she tells me worship in [G] the bedroom.
The only heaven I'll [E] be sent to, is [Am] when I'm alone with [D] you.
I was born [C] sick, but I love it.
Command me to be well.
[G] _ _
_ _ _ [C] Amen, amen, [G] amen, amen.
[Em] Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the [B] shrine of your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for [Am] me, that heavenless [Em] day of the 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 and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for [Am] me, that heavenless [Em] day of the God, let me give you my life.
[E] _ I'm begging of a good time, my lover's the [G] sunlight.
The [Am] goddess on my side, [E] _ [D] sacrifice.
Drink the [C] whole seat, get something [Em] shiny.
Something meaty for the main course.
That's a fine looking [G] high horse.
What you [Am] got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving [D] faithful.
That looks [C] tasty, that looks plenty.
This is hungry worth.
Take [Em] me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the [B] shrine of your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for [Am] me, that heavenless day [Em] of the 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 and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for me, [Am] that heavenless day [Em] of the God, let me give you my life.
_ [C]
No [G] master or kings [F#m] when the ritual [Em] begins.
[C] There is no [G] sweeter innocence [F#m] than our [Em] gentle sins.
[C] In the madness [G] and the joy [F#m] of their [Em] saddest scenes.
[C] Only then I [G] am human, [F#m] only then I [Em] am clean.
[G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
[G] _ Amen, amen, _ amen.
[D] Take [Em] me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine [B] of your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen [G] your knife.
_ [Am] Call for me, that [Em] heavenless day of the God, let me give you my life.
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of [B] your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen [G] your knife.
Call for me, [Am] that heavenless day of the [Em] God, let me give you my life. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
If the heavens ever [Em] did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece.
Every Sunday's getting more bleak, a fresh [Am] poison each [D] week.
We were born [C] sick, you heard them say [E] it.
My church offers no absolute, she tells me worship in [G] the bedroom.
The only heaven I'll [E] be sent to, is [Am] when I'm alone with [D] you.
I was born [C] sick, but I love it.
Command me to be well.
[G] _ _
_ _ _ [C] Amen, amen, [G] amen, amen.
[Em] Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the [B] shrine of your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for [Am] me, that heavenless [Em] day of the 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 and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for [Am] me, that heavenless [Em] day of the God, let me give you my life.
[E] _ I'm begging of a good time, my lover's the [G] sunlight.
The [Am] goddess on my side, [E] _ [D] sacrifice.
Drink the [C] whole seat, get something [Em] shiny.
Something meaty for the main course.
That's a fine looking [G] high horse.
What you [Am] got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving [D] faithful.
That looks [C] tasty, that looks plenty.
This is hungry worth.
Take [Em] me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the [B] shrine of your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for [Am] me, that heavenless day [Em] of the 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 and you can [G] sharpen your knife.
Call for me, [Am] that heavenless day [Em] of the God, let me give you my life.
_ [C]
No [G] master or kings [F#m] when the ritual [Em] begins.
[C] There is no [G] sweeter innocence [F#m] than our [Em] gentle sins.
[C] In the madness [G] and the joy [F#m] of their [Em] saddest scenes.
[C] Only then I [G] am human, [F#m] only then I [Em] am clean.
[G] _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _
[G] _ Amen, amen, _ amen.
[D] Take [Em] me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine [B] of your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen [G] your knife.
_ [Am] Call for me, that [Em] heavenless day of the God, let me give you my life.
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of [B] your life.
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen [G] your knife.
Call for me, [Am] that heavenless day of the [Em] God, let me give you my life. _ _ _ _ _ _ _