Take Me To Church (The Voice Performance) - India Carney

My lover's got humor

She's the giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody's disapproval

I should have worshiped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak

She's the last true mouthpiece

Every sunday's getting more bleak

A fresh poison each week

I was born sick

But I love it

Command me to be well

Yeah

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

Ah oh oh oh oh

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

Ohh

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

Offer me that deathless death

Good god

Good god

Take me to church church