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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Allison Russell
Allison Russell
Vocals
Elenna Canlas
Elenna Canlas
Keyboards
Ganessa James
Ganessa James
Bass Guitar
Megan McCormick
Megan McCormick
Electric Guitar
Joy Clark
Joy Clark
Acoustic Guitar
Yissy Garcia Calzadilla
Yissy Garcia Calzadilla
Drums
Yissy García
Yissy García
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hozier
Hozier
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Allison Russell
Allison Russell
Producer
William Garrett
William Garrett
Mixing Engineer
Carl Bespolka
Carl Bespolka
Recording Engineer
Oscar Zambrano
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering Engineer
Megan McCormick
Megan McCormick
Producer

Lyrics

My lover's got humour, she's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval, should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's gettin' more bleak, a fresh poison each 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
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
Oh, 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
Oh, 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
Drain the whole sea, get somethin' shiny
Somethin' meaty for the main course
That's a fine lookin' high horse, what you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starvin' 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
Oh, 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, so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Oh, 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
Oh-oh, a-, 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
Oh, 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
Oh, 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
Oh, 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
Written by: Andrew Hozier-Byrne, Hozier
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