Lyrics
My religion is
A piano hanging over, am I about to break free
And I see it moving
Gotta pick up the groove and let go
Everyone I know
Is running from the afterlife
These days they make it sound sweet
If this is the last dance, you can count on me
One, two, three, four
Everybody get on the dance floor
Five, six, seven, eight
It's four a.m. and I'm wide awake
One, two, three, four
Everybody get on the dance floor
Five, six, seven, eight
I pray the Lord my soul to take
Way my phone is ringing
Paint a tunnel on the wall, escape before the anvil falls
Gotta keep them moving
Gotta pick up the groove and let go
Everyone I know
Is running from the afterlife
These days they make it sound sweet
If this is the last dance you can count on me
One, two, three, four
Everybody get on the dance floor
Five, six, seven, eight
It's four a.m. and I'm wide awake
One, two, three, four
Everybody get on the dance floor
Five, six, seven, eight
I pray the Lord my soul to take
The light is going out
The light in my life is going out
The light is going out
The light in my life is going out
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Gotta pick up the groove and let go
