Take Me To Church - Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox (后现代点唱机)
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
And move poison every 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
Aaay 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
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
He demands a sacrifice
Do 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 got 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
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
No nasty okin is when richard world begins
There is no sweet he in seens they no genty see
In the matnes in so loon thats
Self help please
Only that my you over
Oh only that my tree
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
And the sharp no you likes
Go in sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God let me give you my life
I if ma
If ma ah ma ah ma
Ah ma
Ah ah ma
If ma
Ah
Take Me To Church - Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox (后现代点唱机)
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
And move poison every 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
Aaay 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
If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
He demands a sacrifice
Do 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 got 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
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
No nasty okin is when richard world begins
There is no sweet he in seens they no genty see
In the matnes in so loon thats
Self help please
Only that my you over
Oh only that my tree
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
And the sharp no you likes
Go in sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God let me give you my life
I if ma
If ma ah ma ah ma
Ah ma
Ah ah ma
If ma
Ah
