Portugal. The Man – Dummy Lyrics

One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Gotta pick up the groove and let go..

My religion is
A piano hanging over my head 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
Its four am 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

Way 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
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
Its four am 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
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