Chords for Tamara Weber-Fillion - Take Me To Church (hozier cover)

_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [Bm] _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ My lover's got humor, _ she's a [Bm] giggle at a [A] funeral. _
Everybody [Bm] stares, ooh, [F#m] ooh, ooh.
Should've [Bm] worshiped her [F#m] sooner if the [Bm] heavens ever did [F#m] speak.
She's the [Bm] last to _ [A] mouthpiece.
Every [Bm] Sunday's getting more [F#m] bleak, fresh [Bm] words.
And [E] each week, we were [D] born sick.
Heard him say it.
_ _ [F#m] _
My church offers [Bm] no [F#m] absolutes.
She tells me [Bm] worship in the [A] bedroom.
The only [Bm] heaven I'd be [F#m] sent to is when I'm [Bm] alone with [E] you.
I was born [D] sick, but our love, it meant me to be well.
Hey, [A] _ _ _ _
[D] _ hey, [A] amen, _ _ _
[Dm] _ _ [A] amen, _ _ _ _
[D] _ _ [A] amen. _ _ _ _
[E] _ Take [F#m] me to church.
I'll worship like your dog at the [C#] shrine of your lies.
I'll pay you my sins, so you can sharpen [A] your knives.
Offer me [Bm]
that perfect state [F#m] of truth.
Lord, let me give you my life.
[E] Take me [F#m] to church.
I'll worship like your dog at the shrine of [C#] your lies.
I'll pay you my sins, so you can [A] sharpen your knives.
Offer [E] me [Bm] that perfect state of truth.
[F#m] Let me give you my life.
[E] _ _ [F#m] _ Find me [Bm] pagan all the [F#m] good time.
My [Bm] lover's the [A] sunlight.
Keep [E] the goddess [Bm] on my [F#m] side.
She demands a [Bm] [E] sacrifice.
_ Bring me [D] home, see.
It's time for [F#m] shawty.
Time for me [Bm] to find the main [F#m]
course.
That's a fine [Bm] looking eye [A] horse.
What's coming [Bm] from the stable?
[F#m] _ We've a [Bm] lot of starving [Em] people.
That looks [D] tasty.
That [Bm] looks plenty.
This is [C#m] hungry work.
Take me [F#m] to church.
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of [C#] your lust.
I'll pay you my sins so you can sharpen [A] your knife.
Offer [E] me [Bm] that ruthless, [F#m] pitiful god.
Let me give you my life.
[E] Take [F#m] me to church.
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine [C#] of your lust.
I'll pay you my sins so you can [A] sharpen your knife.
Offer [C#] me [Bm] that ruthless, pitiful [F#m]
god.
Let me give you my [E] life.
_ _ [D] _
No master, [A] no king.
[C#] When the ritual _ [F#m] begins.
There [D] is no sweeter [A] innocence.
_ [C#] Than our gentle [F#m] sin.
_ [D] Empty madness _ [A] and soil.
_ [C#] That's the _ [F#m] deadly sin.
_ [D] Only then I [A] am human.
And [C#] only then I [F#m] am clean.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ Oh, _ _ _ [A]
amen.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A]
Amen.
_ _ _ [C#] _ [Dm] _ [A] Amen.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A]
Amen.
_ _ _ _ _ [E] Take me [F#m] to church.
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of [C#] your lust.
I'll pay you my sins so you can [A] sharpen your knife.
Offer me [Bm] that ruthless, pitiful [F#m] god.
Let me give you my life.
[E] _ Take me to [F#m] church.
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your [C#] lust.
I'll pay you my sins so you can sharpen [A] your knife.
Offer [Bm] me that ruthless, pitiful [F#m]
god.
Let me give you my [E] life.
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _