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Running
| Em 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 Em | |
| 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/G | |
| 'We were born sick,' you heard them say it | |
| Em 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/G | |
| I was born sick, but I love it | |
| C/G | |
| Command me to be well | |
| [Pre-Chorus] | |
| (C/G) G C G Cm G Cm G | |
| Aaaaaaaa-aaa Aaa-men Aaa-men Aaa-men | |
| [Chorus] | |
| G F# F# F Em | |
| Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies | |
| B G | |
| I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife | |
| Am | |
| Offer me that deathless death | |
| Em | |
| Good God, let me give you my life | |
| Am G G F# Em | |
| Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies | |
| B G | |
| I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife | |
| Am | |
| Offer me that deathless death | |
| Em Am G G F# | |
| Good God, let me give you my life | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Em Am Em | |
| If I'm a pagan of the good times | |
| Am G | |
| My lover's the sunlight | |
| Am Em | |
| To keep the Goddess on my side | |
| Am D | |
| She demands a sacrifice | |
| C/G | |
| To drain the whole sea | |
| Em | |
| Get something shiny | |
| Am Em | |
| Something meaty for the main course | |
| Am G | |
| That's a fine looking high horse | |
| Am Em | |
| What you got in the stable? | |
| Am D | |
| We've a lot of starving faithful | |
| C/G | |
| That looks tasty | |
| C/G | |
| That looks plenty | |
| G F# | |
| This is hungry work | |
| [Chorus] | |
| F# F Em | |
| Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies | |
| B G | |
| I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife | |
| Am | |
| Offer my deathless death | |
| Em | |
| Good God, let me give you my life | |
| Am G G F# Em | |
| Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies | |
| B G | |
| I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife | |
| Am | |
| Offer me my deathless death | |
| Em Am G G F# | |
| Good God, let me give you my life | |
| [Bridge] | |
| C G B Em | |
| No masters or kings when the ritual begins | |
| C G B Em | |
| There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin | |
| C G B Em | |
| In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene | |
| C G B Em | |
| Only then I am human, only then I am clean | |
| G/D G/C C G | |
| [Pre-Chorus] | |
| (G) C G Cm G Cm G | |
| Aaaaaaaaaaa-men Aaa-men Aaa-men | |
| [Chorus] | |
| G F# F# F Em | |
| Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies | |
| B G | |
| I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife | |
| Am | |
| Offer me that deathless death | |
| Em | |
| Good God, let me give you my life | |
| Am G G F# Em | |
| Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies | |
| B G | |
| I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife | |
| Am | |
| Offer me that deathless death | |
| Em Am G G F# Em | |
| Good God, let me give you my life |