Take Me To Church
Hozier
Em Am Em
My lover's got humour
Am G
She's the giggle at a
funeral
Am Em
Knows everybody's
disapproval
Am Em
I should've worshipped
her sooner
Am Em
If the Heavens ever did
speak
Am G
She is the last true
mouth piece
Am Em
Every Sunday's getting
more bleak
Am D
A fresh poison each week
C Em
'We were born sick, you
heard them say it
Am Em
My church offers no
absolutes
Am G
She tells me 'worship in
the bedroom'
Am Em
The only heaven I'll be
sent to
Am
D
Is when I'm alone with
you
C
I was born sick, but I
love it
Command me to be well
G C
G C G
Cm G G-F#/F# Em
Aaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaamen. Aaaaaaaamen. Amen
