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My lov er’s got (Am)hu mour, she’s the gig gle at a (Am)fu n’ral.
Knows ev ’ry bod y’s dis ap (Am)pro val, I should ’ve wor shipped her (Am)soon er.
If the heav ens ev er (Am)did speak, she’s the last true (Am)mouth piece.
Ev ’ry Sun day’s get ting (Am)more bleak, a fresh poi son (Am)each week.
“We were born sick,” you heard them say it.
My church of fers no (Am)ab so lutes.
She tells me, “Wor ship in the (Am)bed room.” The on ly heav en I’ll be (Am)sent to is when I’m a lone (Am)with you.
I was born sick, but I love it, com mand me to be well.
A
(C)a (G)men, (Cm6)a (G)men, (Cm6)a (G)men.
Take me to church, I’ll wor ship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharp en your knife.
Of fer me that (Am)death less death and, good God, let me give you my life.
Take me to church, I’ll wor ship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharp en your knife.
Of fer me that (Am)death less death and, good God, let me give you my life.
If I’m a pa gan of the (Am)good times, my lov er’s the (Am)sun light.
To keep the god dess on my side, she de mands a sac ri fice.
Drain the whole sea, get some thing shin y.
Some thing meat y for the (Am)main course, that’s a fine look ing (Am)high horse.
What you got in the sta ble?
We’ve a lot of starv ing (Am)faith ful.
That looks tast y, that looks plen ty, this is hun gry work.
Take me to church, let me give you my life.
No mas ters or kings when the (B7)ri tu al be (Em)gins.
There is (C)no sweet er in no cence than (B7)our gen tle sin.
In the (C)mad ness and (G)soil of that sad earth ly (Em)scene, on ly (C)then I am (G)hu man, on ly (B7)then I am clean.
Oh,
oh, a (G)men, (Cm6)a (G)men, (Cm6)a (G)men.
Take me to church, I’ll wor ship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharp en your knife.
Of fer me that (Am)death less death and, good God, let me give you my life.
Take me to church, I’ll wor ship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharp en your knife.
Of fer me that (Am)death less death and, good God, let me give you my life.
This page shows “Take Me To Church” by Hozier in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of G at 120 BPM, a medium-difficulty arrangement — try slowing the tempo down using the BPM control.