[Primeira Parte]

Em               Am  Em                       Am    G
 My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral
                          Am  Em                            Am   Em
 Knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshipped her sooner
                      Am      Em                     Am       G
 If the Heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece
                         Am       Em               Am       D
 Every Sunday's getting more bleak, a fresh poison each week
                   C
 We were born sick, you heard them say it

Em                   Am       Em                              Am     G
 My church offers no absolutes, she tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
                          Am    Em                  Am     D
 The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you
                 C              C
 I was born sick, but I love it, Command me to be well

             G   C G  Cm G Cm G
 Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay  Amen Amen Amen

[Refrão]
              Em                                                  B7
 Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
                                                  G
 I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
                Am                    Em                      G
 Offer me that deathless death, good God, let me give you my life

             Em                                                   B7
 Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
                                                 G
 I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
                Am                    Em                      G
 Offer me that deathless death, good God, let me give you my life

[Segunda Parte]

Em                      Am       Em                Am     G
 If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight
                         Am    Em                 Am   D
 To keep the Goddess on my side she demands a sacrifice
                     C
 Drain the whole sea, get something shiny
Em                        Am        Em                       Am       G
 Something meaty for the main course, that's a fine looking high horse
                       Am  Em                         Am     D
 What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful
                  C                  C
 That looks tasty, that looks plenty, this is hungry work

[Refrão]

              Em                                                  B7
 Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
                                                  G
 I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
                Am                    Em                      G
 Offer me that deathless death, good God, let me give you my life

             Em                                                   B7
 Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
                                                 G
 I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
                Am                    Em                      G
 Offer me that deathless death, good God, let me give you my life

[Ponte]

   C            G              B7       Em
 No masters or kings when the ritual begins
           C         G              B7          Em
 There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
         C           G            B7           Em
 In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
        C        G            B7        Em D C
 Only then I am human, only then I am clean

[Refrão]

              Em                                                  B7
 Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
                                                  G
 I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
                Am                    Em                      G
 Offer me that deathless death, good God, let me give you my life

             Em                                                   B7
 Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
                                                 G
 I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
                Am                    Em                      G   Em
 Offer me that deathless death, good God, let me give you my life