Act Two Musical numbers - Take me to church

‘Take me to Church’ by Hozier 

ROMEO (singing)

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 is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
'We were born sick', you heard them say it

Music continues as an underscore

ROMEO (speaking)

I do remember an apothecary,–
And hereabouts he dwells,

As I remember, this should be the house.

Apothecary!

ROMEO with backing ‘oohs’ provided by singers attending the funeral of JULIET.

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
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

Underscore continues with backing vocals

APOTHECARY

Who calls so loud?

ROMEO

Come hither man.  Let me have a dram of poison, such some speeding gear, as will disperse itself through all the veins, that the life weary taker may fall dead.

APOTHECARY

Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law is death to any that utters them.

ROMEO

The world is not thy friend, nor the world’s law. Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.

APOTHECARY

My poverty, but not my will consents.

ROMEO

I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

APOTHECARY

Put this in any liquid thing you will, Drink it off and, if you had the strength of twenty men it would dispatch you straight.

ROMEO

There is thy gold. Worse poison to men's souls, than these poor compounds that thou mayest not sell.

Song resumes.  Sung by ALL at the funeral with some off-stage vocals.

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

FRIAR LAURENCE singing while conducting funeral rites.  Backing vocals continue.

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

ROMEO (speaking)

Come, cordial and not poison, go with me to Juliet’s grave; for there must I use thee.

ROMEO exits.  The Choir and congregation sing

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