Dummy

Dummy - Portugal. The Man

Lyrics by：John Gourley/Kyle O’Quin/Jason Sechrist/Asa Taccone/Casey Bates

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 4 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 smearing on the wall

See for for the ending 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

It's 4 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

My light is going out

The light in my life is going out

My light is going out

The light in my life is going out

One two three four

Five six seven eight

And let go

Go

Go

Go

Go

Go

Go

Go

Go