Take Me To Church Workout Mix

My lover's got humor. She's the gift, little funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval. Should've worshiped her sooner. If the heavens ever did speak, She's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak, Fresh poison each week. We were born sick, you heard them say it. My church offers no absolution. Says we worship in the bedroom. The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you. I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. Amen. Amen. Amen. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of Your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you Can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of Your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you Can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life. If I'm a pagan of the good times, My lover is the sunlight. To keep the goddess on my side, She demands a sacrifice. Drain the whole sea, get something shiny. Hunting meat is for the main course. That's a fine looking high horse. What you got in the stable? We the loudest of faithful. That looks tasty, that looks plenty. This is hungry work. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of Your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you Sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of Your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you Can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of Your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you Can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life.