Текст песни Gospel - Galleons

Damn, you lookin′ fine
When did the stars align?
I need some more
An oddity of space and time
I bleed black and white
Is that irregular?
Take my word as gospel
Don't believe in what they say
Take my word as gospel
Don′t believe in what they say
Take my word as gospel
Sell your soul the old fashioned way
Hey pretty lady, are you devout?
The church of groove is quickly selling out
Dance with me baby, let's spin around
The church of groove will seat you now
We got jelly on the brain, all acting the same
And dada da da, dada da da, don't we look insane?
We all go against the grain, we know it′s a pain
So lada da da, lada da da, let us complain
About our lives some more
Don′t let the door hit you on the way out, por favor
Da da dada da
Take my word as gospel
Don't believe in what they say
Take my word as gospel
Sell your soul the old fashioned way
Hey pretty lady, are you devout?
The church of groove is quickly selling out
Dance with me baby, let′s spin around
The church of groove will seat you now
We got mellow in our veins, with eyes always glazed
And dada da da, dada da da, that is not a phase
We're still stuck in our ways, on our holy crusade
To lada da da, lada da da, lay siege to the dance floor
Moving like a king and queen on a chessboard
In a world of their own, but their souls have been hired out on loan
Hired out on loan
Hired out on loan
No doubt that I feel the weight
Of all that you have given me
But I hold you accountable
For destroying everything that′s beautiful
Take my word as gospel, babe
Don't believe a thing they say
Take my word as gospel
Don′t believe in what they say
Take my word as gospel
Sell your soul the old fashioned way
Hey pretty lady, are you devout?
The church of groove is quickly selling out
Dance with me baby, let's spin around
The church of groove will seat you now
Damn, you lookin' fine
When did the stars align?
I need some more
And now your faith is in retrograde
You sell your soul, sell your soul
Sell your soul the old fashioned way
God damn I fucking hate cursing your, cursing your
Cursing your name in vain
When I dance I feel no pain
The church of groove takes it all away