Am Em My lover's got humour Am G She's the giggle at a funeral Am Em Knows everybody's disapproval Am Em I should've worshipped her sooner Am If the heavens ever did speak Am G She is the last true mouthpiece Am Em Every sunday's getting more bleak Am D A fresh poison each week C "We were born sick" Em You heard them say it Am Em My church offers no absolutes Am G She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom" Am Em The only heaven I'll be sent to Am D 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 C G C GA|-men, a-men, a-men G5 F#5 F#5 F5 Em Take me to church Bm I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins G So you can sharpen your knife Am Offer me that deathless death Em A5 G5 Good God, let me give you my life G5 F#5 Em Take me to church Bm I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins G So you can sharpen your knife Am Offer me that deathless death Em A5 G5 Good God, let me give you my life C/G G B7 Em No masters or kings when the ritual begins C/G G There is no sweeter innocence B7 Em Than our gentle sin C/G G B7 Em In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene C/G G B7 Em D C Only then I am human, only then I am clean G C G C G C G A|-men, a-men, a-men G5 F#5 F#5 F5 Em Take me to church Bm I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins G So you can sharpen your knife Am Offer me that deathless death Em A5 G5 Good God, let me give you my life G5 F#5 Em Take me to church Bm I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins G So you can sharpen your knife Am Offer me that deathless death Em A5 G5 Good God, let me give you my life (G5 F#5 E5)
Enviado por: Marcos Nagel
Corrigido por: Jean Heinrich Diehl
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