Jose Rafael Cordero Sánchez | Me Iré De Aquí

"Take Me To Church"

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 mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting thêm bleak
A fresh poison each week

"We were born sick," bạn 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 tình yêu it
Command me to be well
Aaay. Amen. Amen. Amen.

[Chorus 2x:]
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell bạn my sins and bạn can...

"Make It In America"

Got a one way ticket down a 2 way street
Got the wind in my hair and there’s dust on my feet
I’m just trying to make it in America

Only thing to my name is an old t-shirt
Faded 1985 from a Stones’ concert
And I’m dying to make it in America

And I’m hát the words to my yêu thích song
With the rag hàng đầu, đầu trang down and my glasses on
And I’m driving straight through America

I wanna taste the sun
Cause baby I’m born to run
I got a feeling that I’m not the only one

I, I wanna hiển thị some skin
Yeah baby I need the ocean
And bạn can’t stop me now I’ve got my tim, trái tim in motion
I want...