Heaven is a full-time discotheque

Brothers and sisters, can I get a rhythm? This is not the end, baby – it’s the afterparty Put on your wings! Leave your sins at the door! We’re going upstairs What happens next? What happens next? They say it’s over, nothing left What’s all the rush if we turn to ash? We chase the sun and burn so fast We buy our dreams, we spend our breath Still no refund after our death Somewhere inside that skin-deep fear I hear a beat – it’s crystal clear Heaven’s a full-time discotheque Where angels slay in turtlenecks No wounds, no guilt, no body check Heaven’s a full-time discotheque Blessed are the meek – they steal the show They vogue their wings in afterglow (in afterglow… in afterglow… in afterglow…) The prophets pour delights like wine It tastes like laughter, sweet and fine The spotless virgins on the pole Spinnin’ salvation rock and roll And when it comes to holy time Communion’s served with twist of lime Blessed are who cry, blessed those who mourn Now they can groove in sacred form Heaven’s a full-time discotheque Where angels sweat in turtlenecks No wounds, no guilt, no body check Heaven’s a full-time discotheque Saint Peter greets the souls in line Once you were weary, now you’re divine (now you’re divine… now you’re divine…) From flesh and lust our bodies stem To blazing joy our souls condemn The DJ Christ on reverb decks – No tomb can stop these sound effects! Heaven’s a full-time discotheque Alleluiah wraps round your neck No wounds, no guilt, no body check Heaven’s a full-time discotheque Blessed are the broken and the weak-a مجد السماء هو الموسيقى [The glory of heaven is music] Heaven’s a full-time Heaven’s a full-time Heaven’s a full-time Heaven’s a full-time Heaven’s a full-time