Kiesza Take Me To Church Lyrics

My lover s got a humor He s the giggle at funeral Knows everybody s disapproval I should ve worshipped him sooner If the Heavens ever did speak He is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday s getting more bleak A fresh poison each week You 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 We were born sick, but I love it Command me to be well Amen. 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 God on my side He demands a sacrifice To drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty