{"id":138,"date":"2020-12-08T00:57:08","date_gmt":"2020-12-08T05:57:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.shu.edu\/irishmusic\/?page_id=138"},"modified":"2021-04-25T20:34:12","modified_gmt":"2021-04-26T00:34:12","slug":"music-and-lyrics","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/blogs.shu.edu\/irishmusic\/music-and-lyrics\/","title":{"rendered":"Music and Lyrics"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Each of these songs is featured in chronological order on the Divi Builder map, as they are here. The following are lyrics along with the direct links.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8220;Mo Ghile Mear&#8221; (&#8220;Our Hero&#8221;) by The Chieftains and Sting<\/strong><\/p>\n<div class=\"ose-youtube ose-uid-4d0386700f871190a7fabba2ac7a6c6b ose-embedpress-responsive\" style=\"width:600px; height:550px; max-height:550px; max-width:100%; display:inline-block;\" data-embed-type=\"Youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" allowFullScreen=\"true\" title=\"Mo Ghile Mear (&quot;Our Hero&quot;)\" width=\"600\" height=\"550\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/OEIowCGDcbo?feature=oembed&color=red&rel=0&controls=1&start=&end=&fs=0&iv_load_policy=0&autoplay=0&mute=0&modestbranding=0&cc_load_policy=1&playsinline=1\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; encrypted-media;accelerometer;autoplay;clipboard-write;gyroscope;picture-in-picture clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/div>\n<p>Chorus:<br \/>\n&#8216;Se\/ mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear<br \/>\n&#8216;Se\/ mo Chaesar Gile Mear<br \/>\nSuan na\/ se\/an ni\/ bhfuaireas fe\/in<br \/>\nO\/ chuaigh i gce\/in mo Ghile Mear<\/p>\n<p>Grief and pain are all I know<br \/>\nMy heart is sore<br \/>\nMy tears a&#8217;flow<br \/>\nWe saw him go &#8230;.<br \/>\nNo word we know of him&#8230;<br \/>\nChorus<\/p>\n<p>A proud and gallant cavalier<br \/>\nA high man&#8217;s scion of gentle mean(?)<br \/>\nA fiery blade engaged to reap(?)<br \/>\nHe&#8217;d break the bravest in the field<br \/>\nChorus<\/p>\n<p>Come sing his praise as sweet harps play<br \/>\nAnd proudly toast his noble frame<br \/>\nWith spirit and with mind aflame<br \/>\nSo wish him strength and length of day<br \/>\nChorus<\/p>\n<p>FOUND ON THESE ALBUMS<\/p>\n<p><strong>&#8220;The Foggy Dew&#8221; by the Chieftains and Sinead O&#8217;Connor<\/strong><\/p>\n<div class=\"ose-youtube ose-uid-27f33deffb62ddbe59efbca705fea356 ose-embedpress-responsive\" style=\"width:600px; height:550px; max-height:550px; max-width:100%; display:inline-block;\" data-embed-type=\"Youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" allowFullScreen=\"true\" title=\"The Foggy Dew\" width=\"600\" height=\"550\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/jrrO4I-E8oY?feature=oembed&color=red&rel=0&controls=1&start=&end=&fs=0&iv_load_policy=0&autoplay=0&mute=0&modestbranding=0&cc_load_policy=1&playsinline=1\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; encrypted-media;accelerometer;autoplay;clipboard-write;gyroscope;picture-in-picture clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/div>\n<div class=\"bbVIQb\">\n<div>\nAs down the glen one Easter morn<br \/>\nTo a city fair rode I<br \/>\nThere armed lines of marching men<br \/>\nIn squadrons passed me by<br \/>\nNo fife did hum, no battle drum<br \/>\nDid sound its dred tattoo<br \/>\nBut the Angelus bells o&#8217;er the Liffey&#8217;s swell<br \/>\nRang out through the foggy dew<\/p>\n<p>Right proudly high over Dublin town<br \/>\nThey hung out the flag of war<br \/>\n&#8216;Twas better to die &#8216;neath an Irish sky<br \/>\nThan at Suvla or Sud el Bar<br \/>\nAnd from the plains of Royal Meath<br \/>\nStrong men came hurrying through<br \/>\nWhile Brittania&#8217;s huns with their long-range guns<br \/>\nSailed in through the foggy dew<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Twas England bade our wild geese go<br \/>\nThat small nations might be free<br \/>\nBut their lonely graves are by Suvla&#8217;s waves<br \/>\nOn the shore of the gray North Sea<br \/>\nBut had they died by Pearse&#8217;s side<br \/>\nOr fought with Cathal Brugha<br \/>\nTheir names we would keep where the Fenians sleep<br \/>\n&#8216;Neath the shroud of the foggy dew<\/p>\n<p>Oh, the bravest fell, and the requiem bell<br \/>\nRang mournfully and clear<br \/>\nFor those who died that Eastertide<br \/>\nIn the springing of the year<br \/>\nAnd the world did gaze in deep amaze<br \/>\nAt those fearless men, but few<br \/>\nWho bore the fight that freedom&#8217;s light<br \/>\nMight shine through the foggy dew<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p><strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Come Out Ye Black and Tans&#8221; by the Irish Descendants<\/strong><\/p>\n<div class=\"ose-youtube ose-uid-ad075126c96add77aee2610d3445b5c3 ose-embedpress-responsive\" style=\"width:600px; height:550px; max-height:550px; max-width:100%; display:inline-block;\" data-embed-type=\"Youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" allowFullScreen=\"true\" title=\"Irish Descendants - Come Out Ye&#039; Black And Tans\" width=\"600\" height=\"550\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/FCnGD6xv5ik?feature=oembed&color=red&rel=0&controls=1&start=&end=&fs=0&iv_load_policy=0&autoplay=0&mute=0&modestbranding=0&cc_load_policy=1&playsinline=1\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; encrypted-media;accelerometer;autoplay;clipboard-write;gyroscope;picture-in-picture clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/div>\n<div class=\"PZPZlf\" data-lyricid=\"Lyricfind002-1780479\"><\/div>\n<div class=\"j04ED\">\nCome Out Ye Black &amp; Tans<br \/>\nSong by The Wolfe Tones<\/p>\n<p>I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums the beat<br \/>\nAnd the loving English feet they went all over us<br \/>\nAnd every single night when me da&#8217; would came home tight<br \/>\nHe&#8217;d invite the neighbors out with this chorus<\/p>\n<p>Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man<br \/>\nShow your wife how you won medals down in Flanders<br \/>\nTell her how the IRA made you run like hell away<br \/>\nFrom the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra<\/p>\n<p>Come tell us how you slew them old Arabs two by two<br \/>\nLike the Zulus they had spears, bows and arrows<br \/>\nHow brave you faced one with your 16-pounder gun<br \/>\nAnd you frightened them natives to their marrow<\/p>\n<p>Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man<br \/>\nShow your wife how you won medals down in Flanders<br \/>\nTell her how the IRA made you run like hell away<br \/>\nFrom the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra<\/p>\n<p>Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great Parnell<br \/>\nWhen you fought them well and truly persecuted<br \/>\nWhere are the sneers and jeers that you loudly let us hear<br \/>\nWhen our leaders of sixteen were executed?<\/p>\n<p>Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man<br \/>\nShow your wife how you won medals down in Flanders<br \/>\nTell her how the IRA made you run like hell away<br \/>\nFrom the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra<\/p>\n<p>Come out ye black and tans, come out and fight me like a man<br \/>\nShow your wife how you won medals down in Flanders<br \/>\nTell her how the IRA made you run like hell away<br \/>\nFrom the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Source: LyricFind<\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><strong>&#8220;Magdalene Laundries&#8221; by The Chieftains and Joni Mitchell<\/strong><\/div>\n<div>\n<div class=\"ose-youtube ose-uid-fd282dec2a59f36c6258bd84865b4557 ose-embedpress-responsive\" style=\"width:600px; height:550px; max-height:550px; max-width:100%; display:inline-block;\" data-embed-type=\"Youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" allowFullScreen=\"true\" title=\"The Chieftains with Joni Mitchell - The Magdalene Laundries\" width=\"600\" height=\"550\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/X473kTKMY5Y?feature=oembed&color=red&rel=0&controls=1&start=&end=&fs=0&iv_load_policy=0&autoplay=0&mute=0&modestbranding=0&cc_load_policy=1&playsinline=1\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; encrypted-media;accelerometer;autoplay;clipboard-write;gyroscope;picture-in-picture clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\">\nI was an unmarried girl<br \/>\nI&#8217;d just turned twenty-seven<br \/>\nWhen they sent me to the sisters<br \/>\nFor the way men looked at me<br \/>\nBranded as a jezebel<br \/>\nI knew I was not bound for Heaven<br \/>\nI&#8217;d be cast in shame<br \/>\nInto the Magdalene laundries<\/p>\n<p>Most girls come here pregnant<br \/>\nSome by their own fathers<br \/>\nBridget got that belly<br \/>\nBy her parish priest<br \/>\nWe&#8217;re trying to get things white as snow<br \/>\nAll of us woe-begotten-daughters<br \/>\nIn the streaming stains<br \/>\nOf the Magdalene laundries<\/p>\n<p>Prostitutes and destitutes<br \/>\nAnd temptresses like me&#8211;<br \/>\nFallen women&#8211;<br \/>\nSentenced into dreamless drudgery &#8230;<br \/>\nWhy do they call this heartless place<br \/>\nOur Lady of Charity?<br \/>\nOh charity!<\/p>\n<p>These bloodless brides of Jesus<br \/>\nIf they had just once glimpsed their groom<br \/>\nThen they&#8217;d know, and they&#8217;d drop the stones<br \/>\nConcealed behind their rosaries<br \/>\nThey wilt the grass they walk upon<br \/>\nThey leech the light out of a room<br \/>\nThey&#8217;d like to drive us down the drain<br \/>\nAt the Magdalene laundries<\/p>\n<p>Peg O&#8217;Connell died today<br \/>\nShe was a cheeky girl<br \/>\nA flirt<br \/>\nThey just stuffed her in a hole!<br \/>\nSurely to God you&#8217;d think at least some bells should ring!<br \/>\nOne day I&#8217;m going to die here too<br \/>\nAnd they&#8217;ll plant me in the dirt<br \/>\nLike some lame bulb<br \/>\nThat never blooms come any spring<br \/>\nNot any spring<br \/>\nNo, not any spring<br \/>\nNot any spring<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><strong>&#8220;Sunday Bloody Sunday&#8221; by U2<\/strong><\/div>\n<div>\n<div class=\"ose-youtube ose-uid-6d61bd9e3ab3063629a1c3d667604c01 ose-embedpress-responsive\" style=\"width:600px; height:550px; max-height:550px; max-width:100%; display:inline-block;\" data-embed-type=\"Youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" allowFullScreen=\"true\" title=\"Sunday Bloody Sunday (Live From Red Rocks Amphitheatre, Colorado, USA \/ 1983 \/ Remastered 2021)\" width=\"600\" height=\"550\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/EM4vblG6BVQ?feature=oembed&color=red&rel=0&controls=1&start=&end=&fs=0&iv_load_policy=0&autoplay=0&mute=0&modestbranding=0&cc_load_policy=1&playsinline=1\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; encrypted-media;accelerometer;autoplay;clipboard-write;gyroscope;picture-in-picture clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>I can&#8217;t believe the news today<br \/>\nOh, I can&#8217;t close my eyes and make it go away<\/p>\n<p>How long, how long must we sing this song?<br \/>\nHow long? How long?<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Cause tonight<br \/>\nWe can be as one<br \/>\nTonight<\/p>\n<p>Broken bottles under children&#8217;s feet<br \/>\nBodies strewn across the dead-end street<br \/>\nBut I won&#8217;t heed the battle call<br \/>\nIt puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall<\/p>\n<p>Sunday, Bloody Sunday<br \/>\nSunday, Bloody Sunday<br \/>\nSunday, Bloody Sunday<br \/>\nSunday, Bloody Sunday<br \/>\nAlright, let&#8217;s go<\/p>\n<p>And the battle&#8217;s just begun<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s many lost, but tell me who has won?<br \/>\nThe trenches dug within our hearts<br \/>\nAnd mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart<\/p>\n<p>Sunday, Bloody Sunday<br \/>\nSunday, Bloody Sunday<\/p>\n<p>How long, how long must we sing this song?<br \/>\nHow long? How long?<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Cause tonight we can be as one, tonight<br \/>\nTonight, tonight (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)<br \/>\nTonight, tonight (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)<br \/>\nAlright, let&#8217;s go<\/p>\n<p>Wipe the tears from your eyes<br \/>\nWipe your tears away<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll wipe your tears away<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll wipe your tears away (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll wipe your bloodshot eyes (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)<\/p>\n<p>Sunday, Bloody Sunday<br \/>\nSunday, Bloody Sunday<br \/>\nSunday, Bloody Sunday<br \/>\nSunday, Bloody Sunday<\/p>\n<p>And it&#8217;s true we are immune<br \/>\nWhen fact is fiction and TV reality<br \/>\nAnd today the millions cry (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)<br \/>\nWe eat and drink while tomorrow they die (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)<\/p>\n<p>The real battle just begun (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)<br \/>\nTo claim the victory Jesus won (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)<br \/>\nOn Sunday, Bloody Sunday, yeah<br \/>\nSunday, Bloody Sunday<br \/>\nSource: Musixmatch <\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><strong>&#8220;Ode to My Family&#8221; by The Cranberries<\/strong><\/div>\n<div>\n<div class=\"ose-youtube ose-uid-2cf91bd920203abee8f81551ce09d07a ose-embedpress-responsive\" style=\"width:600px; height:550px; max-height:550px; max-width:100%; display:inline-block;\" data-embed-type=\"Youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" allowFullScreen=\"true\" title=\"The Cranberries - Ode To My Family (Official Music Video)\" width=\"600\" height=\"550\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Zz-DJr1Qs54?feature=oembed&color=red&rel=0&controls=1&start=&end=&fs=0&iv_load_policy=0&autoplay=0&mute=0&modestbranding=0&cc_load_policy=1&playsinline=1\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; encrypted-media;accelerometer;autoplay;clipboard-write;gyroscope;picture-in-picture clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div class=\"PZPZlf\" data-lyricid=\"Lyricfind002-1414186\">\n<div class=\"ujudUb\">\nDoo doo doo do, doo doo doo do<br \/>\nDoo doo doo do, doo doo doo do<br \/>\nDoo doo doo do, doo doo doo do<br \/>\nDoo doo doo do, doo doo doo do<\/p>\n<p>Understand the things I say<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t turn away from me<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause I&#8217;ve spent half my life out there<br \/>\nYou wouldn&#8217;t disagree<\/p>\n<p>Do you see me, do you see?<br \/>\nDo you like me<br \/>\nDo you like me standing there?<br \/>\nDo you notice, do you know<br \/>\nDo you see me, do you see me?<br \/>\nDoes anyone care?<\/p>\n<p>Unhappiness where&#8217;s when I was young<br \/>\nAnd we didn&#8217;t give a damn<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause we were raised<br \/>\nTo see life as fun and take it if we can<br \/>\nMy mother, my mother<br \/>\nShe&#8217;d hold me<br \/>\nShe&#8217;d hold me when I was out there<br \/>\nMy father, my father<br \/>\nHe liked me, well he liked me<br \/>\nDoes anyone care?<\/p>\n<p>Understand what I&#8217;ve become<br \/>\nIt wasn&#8217;t my design<br \/>\nAnd people everywhere think<br \/>\nSomething better than I am<\/p>\n<p>But I miss you, I miss<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause I liked it<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause I liked it<br \/>\nWhen I was out there<br \/>\nDo you know this, do you know<br \/>\nYou did not find me<br \/>\nYou did not find<br \/>\nDoes anyone care?\n<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\">\nUnhappiness where&#8217;s when I was young<br \/>\nAnd we didn&#8217;t give a damn<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause we were raised<br \/>\nTo see life as fun and take it if we can<br \/>\nMy mother, my mother<br \/>\nShe&#8217;d hold me<br \/>\nShe&#8217;d hold me when I was out there<br \/>\nMy father, my father<br \/>\nHe liked me, well he liked me<br \/>\nDoes anyone care?<\/p>\n<p>Does anyone care?<br \/>\nDoes anyone care?<br \/>\nDoes anyone care?<br \/>\nDoes anyone care?<br \/>\nDoes anyone care?<br \/>\nDoes anyone care?<br \/>\nDoes anyone care?<\/p>\n<p>Doo doo doo do, doo doo doo do<br \/>\nDoo doo doo do, doo doo doo do<br \/>\nDoo doo doo do, doo doo doo do<br \/>\nDoo doo doo do, doo doo doo do<br \/>\nDoo doo doo do, doo doo doo do<br \/>\nDoo doo doo do, doo doo doo do<br \/>\nSource: LyricFind<\/p>\n<div><strong><br \/>\n&#8220;Zombie&#8221; by The Cranberries<\/strong><\/div>\n<div>\n<div class=\"ose-youtube ose-uid-9b20d64ebc31e508c4aed471e84bb5da ose-embedpress-responsive\" style=\"width:600px; height:550px; max-height:550px; max-width:100%; display:inline-block;\" data-embed-type=\"Youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" allowFullScreen=\"true\" title=\"The Cranberries - Zombie (Official Music Video)\" width=\"600\" height=\"550\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/6Ejga4kJUts?feature=oembed&color=red&rel=0&controls=1&start=&end=&fs=0&iv_load_policy=0&autoplay=0&mute=0&modestbranding=0&cc_load_policy=1&playsinline=1\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; encrypted-media;accelerometer;autoplay;clipboard-write;gyroscope;picture-in-picture clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\">\nAnother head hangs lowly<br \/>\nChild is slowly taken<br \/>\nAnd the violence cause of silence<br \/>\nWho are we mistaken?<\/p>\n<p>But you see, it&#8217;s not me, it&#8217;s not my family<br \/>\nIn your head, in your head they are fighting<br \/>\nWith their tanks and their bombs<br \/>\nAnd their bombs and their guns<br \/>\nIn your head, in your head, they are crying<\/p>\n<p>[Chorus]<br \/>\nIn your head, in your head<br \/>\nZombie, zombie, zombie<br \/>\nHey, hey, hey<br \/>\nWhat&#8217;s in your head, in your head<br \/>\nZombie, zombie, zombie?<\/p>\n<p>[Post-Chorus]<br \/>\nHey, hey, hey, hey<br \/>\nOh, do, do, dou, do, do, dou, do, do<br \/>\nDou, do, do, dou, dou, do, do, dou<\/p>\n<p>Another mother&#8217;s breakin&#8217;<br \/>\nHeart is taking over<br \/>\nWhen the violence &#8217;causes silence<br \/>\nWe must be mistaken<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s the same old theme since 1916<br \/>\nIn your head, in your head they&#8217;re still fighting<br \/>\nWith their tanks and their bombs<br \/>\nAnd their bombs and their guns<br \/>\nIn your head, in your head they are dying<\/p>\n<p>In your head, in your head<br \/>\nZombie, zombie, zombie<br \/>\nHey, hey, hey<br \/>\nWhat&#8217;s in your head, in your head<br \/>\nZombie, zombie, zombie?<br \/>\nHey, hey, hey, hey<br \/>\nOh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, yaa, yaa<\/p>\n<div><strong><br \/>\n&#8220;Take Me to Church&#8221; by Hozier<\/strong><\/div>\n<div>\n<div class=\"ose-youtube ose-uid-6ed6763d25253c93fbe85e6434c11b28 ose-embedpress-responsive\" style=\"width:600px; height:550px; max-height:550px; max-width:100%; display:inline-block;\" data-embed-type=\"Youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" allowFullScreen=\"true\" title=\"Hozier - Take Me To Church\" width=\"600\" height=\"550\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/PVjiKRfKpPI?feature=oembed&color=red&rel=0&controls=1&start=&end=&fs=0&iv_load_policy=0&autoplay=0&mute=0&modestbranding=0&cc_load_policy=1&playsinline=1\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; encrypted-media;accelerometer;autoplay;clipboard-write;gyroscope;picture-in-picture clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\">\n<p>My lover&#8217;s got humor<br \/>\nShe&#8217;s the giggle at a funeral<br \/>\nKnows everybody&#8217;s disapproval<br \/>\nI should&#8217;ve worshiped her sooner<br \/>\nIf the Heavens ever did speak<br \/>\nShe&#8217;s the last true mouthpiece<br \/>\nEvery Sunday&#8217;s getting more bleak<br \/>\nA fresh poison each week<br \/>\n&#8220;We were born sick&#8221;, you heard them say it<br \/>\nMy church offers no absolutes<br \/>\nShe tells me, &#8220;Worship in the bedroom&#8221;<br \/>\nThe only Heaven I&#8217;ll be sent to<br \/>\nIs when I&#8217;m alone with you<br \/>\nI was born sick, but I love it<br \/>\nCommand me to be well<br \/>\nA-, Amen, Amen, Amen<\/p>\n<p>Take me to church<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife<br \/>\nOffer me that deathless death<br \/>\nGood God, let me give you my life<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"ujudUb\">Take me to church<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife<br \/>\nOffer me that deathless death<br \/>\nGood God, let me give you my life<\/p>\n<p>If I&#8217;m a pagan of the good times<br \/>\nMy lover&#8217;s the sunlight<br \/>\nTo keep the Goddess on my side<br \/>\nShe demands a sacrifice<br \/>\nDrain the whole sea<br \/>\nGet something shiny<br \/>\nSomething meaty for the main course<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s a fine looking high horse<br \/>\nWhat you got in the stable?<br \/>\nWe&#8217;ve a lot of starving faithful<br \/>\nThat looks tasty<br \/>\nThat looks plenty<br \/>\nThis is hungry work<\/p>\n<p>Take me to church<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife<br \/>\nOffer me my deathless death<br \/>\nGood God, let me give you my life<\/p>\n<p>Take me to church<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife<br \/>\nOffer me my deathless death<br \/>\nGood God, let me give you my life<\/p>\n<p>No masters or kings when the ritual begins<br \/>\nThere is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin<br \/>\nIn the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene<br \/>\nOnly then I am human<br \/>\nOnly then I am clean<br \/>\nOh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen<\/p>\n<p>Take me to church<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife<br \/>\nOffer me that deathless death<br \/>\nGood God, let me give you my life<br \/>\nTake me to church<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife<br \/>\nOffer me that deathless death<br \/>\nGood God, let me give you my life<\/p>\n<p>Source: LyricFind<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Each of these songs is featured in chronological order on the Divi Builder map, as they are here. 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