My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick You heard them say it My church offers no absolutions She 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 Ah, amen, amen, amen Take me to church I shall worship like a dog At the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins So you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I shall worship like a dog At the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins So 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 is the sunlight To keep the goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice 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 shall 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 shall 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, oh, oh Amen, amen, amen Take me to church I shall worship like a dog At the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins So you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I shall worship like a dog At the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins So you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She is the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week We were born sick You heard them say it My church offers no absolutions She 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 Ah, amen, amen, amen Take me to church I shall worship like a dog At the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins So you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I shall worship like a dog At the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins So 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 is the sunlight To keep the goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice 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 shall 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 shall 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, oh, oh Amen, amen, amen Take me to church I shall worship like a dog At the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins So you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life Take me to church I shall worship like a dog At the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins So you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
A canção foi escrita no sótão da casa dos pais de Hozier, em Bray, condado de Wicklow, Irlanda, após um término de relacionamento difícil.
Lançada em 16 de setembro de 2013, “Take Me To Church” fez parte do EP de estreia de Hozier, que continha quatro faixas.
O videoclipe, dirigido por Brendan Canty, retrata um romance entre dois homens e a violenta reação homofóbica, gerando grande repercussão nas redes sociais ao se tornar viral.
Hozier explicou que a música reflete a presença constante da igreja na sua infância irlandesa, criticando sua hipocrisia e covardia política, tema que também permeia o vídeo.
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