Take Me To Church Jasmine Thompson

[Verse 1]
My lover's got humour
He's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped him sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
He'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
He 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

[Pre-Chorus]
A, amen
Amen
Amen

[Chorus]
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