Take Me to Church - Simply Three

My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshiped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's gettin' more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick," you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells me, "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 Take me to church I'll- at the shrine of your lies I'll- and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Oh, good God, let me give you my life Take me to church (you're good, God) At the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Oh, good God, let me give you my life If I'm a pagan of the good times (God) Good-, good-, good times Good-, good-, good times Take me to church, ch-, ch- Take-, 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) A-a-a-a-a-a-a, amen Amen, amen A-a-a-a-a-a-a, amen Amen, amen Take me to church I'll- (Royalty Collective) Take me to, church Take me (God) (God) God God (oh!) Take me to church Take me to church God Take-, take-, take me to church, church Church, church, church, ch-church Take-, take-, 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)

Arizona moon keep shining From the desert sky above You know pretty soon That big yellow moon Will light the way back to the one you love. Blue shadows on the trail Little cowboy, close your eyes and dream All of the doggies are in the corral All of your work is done Just close your eyes and dream little pal Dream of someone (Boom boom boom boom, etc.) Blue shadows on the trail Soft wind blowing through the trees above All the other little cowboys Back in the bunkhouse now, so Close your eyes and dream