Take Me To Church taby ukulele według Hozier

Am             Dm    Am
My lover's got humour
                       Dm     C
She's the giggle at a funeral
                       Dm     Am
Knows everybody's disapproval
                            Dm    Am
I should've worshipped her sooner
                     Dm     Am
If the Heavens ever did speak
                     Dm      C
She is the last true mouth piece
                        Dm      Am
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
                Dm    G
A fresh poison each week
                   F                      Am 
'We were born sick, you heard them say it
                      Dm    Am
My church offers no absolutes
                             Dm    C
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
                         Dm   Am
The only heaven I'll be sent to
                   Dm   G
Is when I'm alone with you
               F
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
C      F     C       Fm       C      Fm C   C B Am
Aaaaaaaaa    aaaaaaaaamen. Aaaaaaaamen. Amen

[Chorus](2x)
              Am
Take me to church                 
                                               E
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
                                                C
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
                 Dm
Offer me that deathless death
     Am                       Dm C B  
Good God, let me give you my life

[Verse 2](2x)
Am                      Dm    Am
If I'm a pagan of the good times
                  Dm       C
My lover's the sunlight
                       Dm     Am
To keep the Goddess on my side
                   Dm    G
She demands a sacrifice
                   F
To drain the whole sea
                Am
Get something shiny
                        Dm      Am
Something meaty for the main course
                       Dm    G
That's a fine looking high horse
                     F     Am 
What you got in the stable?
                      Dm     G
We've a lot of starving faithful
             F
That looks tasty,  That looks plenty, This is hungry work

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
F            C                E7           Am
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
        F            C             E7           Am
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
        F            C          E7           Am
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
     F          C          
Only then I am human

      E7           Am     G     F
Only then I am clean

C      F     C       Fm       C      Fm C   C B Am
Amen. Amen. Amen