India Carney - Take Me To Church(The Voice Performance)
My lover's got humour
He's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped his sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
He is the last true mouth piece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
I was born sick but I love it
Command me to be well
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
She demands a sacrifice
To 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 lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
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 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
No masters or kings
When the ritual begins
There is no sweeter
Innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and
Soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
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 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
Good God
Take me to church