Take Me To Church - Jasmine Thompson (贾思敏·汤普森)

My lover's got humor

He's the giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody's disapproval

I should've worshiped him sooner

If the heavens ever did speak

He's the last true mouth piece

Every sunday's getting more bleak

A fresh poison each week

We were born sick you heard them say it

My church offers no absolutes

He 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

A-amen amen amen

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your life

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

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

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

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

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

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