Take

Me To Church
Rebecca

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Em Am Em Am

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My lov er's got hu mour She's the gig gle at a fu n'ral,

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3 G Am Em Am

Knows ev 'ry bod y's dis ap prov al I should 've wor shipped her soon er,

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5 Em Am Em Am

If the heav ens ev er did speak She's the last true mouth piece.

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7 G Am Em Am

Ev 'ry Sun day's get ting more bleak, A fresh po i son each week.

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9 D C6 Em Am

"We were born sick." You heard them say it My church of fers no ab so lutes,

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11 Em Am G Am

She tells me, "Wor ship in the bed room." The on ly heav en I'll be sent to

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13 Em Am D C6

Is when I'm a lone with you. I was born sick, but I love it.
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15 C 3 G3 C G C G Cm

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com mand me to be well. A a men, a men, a

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19 G Em

men. take me to church. I'll wor ship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.

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21 B

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharp en your knife.

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22 G Am

Of fer me that death less death, and good God,

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23 Em

let me give you my life. Take me to church.

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I'll wor ship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.

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25 B

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharp en your knife.

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26 E Am

Of fer me that death less death and good God, let me give you my life.

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28 Em Em Am

If I'm a pa gan of the good times, My lov er's the sun light.

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30 G Am Em Am

To keep the god dess on my side, She de mands a sac ri fice.

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32 D C

To drain the whole sea, get some thing shin y.

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33 Em Am Em Am

some thing meat y for the main course, That's a fine look ing high horse.

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35 G Am Em Am

What you got in the sta ble? We've a lot of starv ing faith ful.

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37 D N.C.

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That looks tast y; that looks plen ty. this is hun gry work. Take me to church.

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39 Em

I'll wor ship like a dog at the shrine of your lies,

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40 B

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharp en your knife.

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41 G Am

Of fer me that death less death and, good God,

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42 Em

let me give you my life. Take me to church.

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I'll wor ship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.

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44 B

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharp en you knife.

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45 G Am Em

Of fer me that death less death, and, good God, let me give you my life.

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47 C G B/F♯ Em/G Em

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No mas ter or kings when the rit u be gins. There is

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49 C 3 G 3 B/F♯ Em/G Em

no sweet er in no cence than our gen tle sins. In the

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Em
51 C G B/F♯ Em/G C G

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mad ness and soil of that sad earth ly scene, on ly then I am hu man; on ly

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B/F♯ Em/G Em G/D G/C C G C G Cm G Cm

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then I am clean. Oh, oh, A men, a men,

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60 Em

men, Take me to church, I'll wor ship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.

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62 B

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharp en your knife.

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63 G Am

Of fer me that death less death, and good God,

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64 Em

let me give you my life. Take me to church.

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65 Em

I'll wor ship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.

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66 B

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharp en your knife.

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G Am Em

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Of fer me that death less death and good God, let me give you my life.