Текст Matt McAndrew – Take Me To Church
Текст:
My lover’s got humour
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshipped her sooner
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
The 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
So 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
So 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
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?
Got a lot 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 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
So you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that 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
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
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 that deathless death
Oh, good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church