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INTERPRÉTATION
Straight No Chaser
Interprète
Walter Chase
Chant
Don Nottingham
Chant
Charlie Mechling
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David Roberts
Chant
Jerome Collins
Chant
Michael Luginbill
Chant
Randy Stine
Chant
Seggie Isho
Chant
Steve Morgan
Chant
Tyler Trepp
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andrew Hozier-Byrne
Paroles/Composition
Walter Chase
Arrangement
Don Nottingham
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Straight No Chaser
Production
Walter Chase
Production
Craig Kallman
Production déléguée
David C. Britz
Production déléguée
Tom Coyne
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Dave Darlington
Ingénierie de mixage
Ed Boyer
Ingénierie de mixage
Steve Lunt
Production
Don Nottingham
Production
David Julson-Rieley
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouth-piece
Every Sunday's getting 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
Aaay 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, so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Oh 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 so 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's the sunlight
Keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving 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 so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my 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 so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
No Masters or Kings when the Ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am Human
Only then I am Clean
Oh, Oh, Amen. 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 so 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 so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Oh, Good God, let me give you my life
Writer(s): Andrew John Hozier-byrne
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