Lyrics Dummy - Portugal. The Man

Duh, duh, duh, duh
Duh, duh, duh, duh

Duh, duh, doo, uh-duh-duh
Duh, duh, uh-duh-duh, uh
Duh, duh, doo, uh-duh, duh
Duh-duh, uh-duh-duh, aww

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 (ooh)

These days, you 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 4 a.m. and I am wide awake
One, two, three, four
Everybody get on the dance floor
Five, six, seven, eight
I pray the Lord my soul to take

Duh, duh, doo, uh-duh-duh
Duh, duh, uh-duh-duh, uh
Duh, duh, doo, uh-duh, duh
Duh-duh, uh-duh-duh, aww

Wait, my phone is ringing, paint a tunnel on the wall
Escape before the anvil falls
Gotta keep it moving
Gotta pick up the groove and let go
Everyone I know (Lord, help me)
Is running from the afterlife (ooh)

These days, you 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 4 a.m. and I am 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 (aww)

One, two, three, four, I got the whole r-

Five, six, 7 a.m., is any-

Gotta pick up the groove and let go