Lyrics Credit in Heaven - The Suburbs

Credit in Heaven

You know I was talking to Jesus the other day
Told Him I was a little bit worried
He said listen I’ll take care of it
I said well I’ve done some pretty bad things in my life
Had a few drinks, told a few lies
He said listen I’ll put you on the guest list
Whoa!
Where the beasts play
There I be
What the beasts speak
Talk mutual me
Where the beasts play
There I be
What the beasts speak
Talk mutual me
I was watching TV the other day and the phone rang
Well it was God and he said
I was talking to my son and he said you’ve been
Abusing
Some of your privileges
I said who me?
Abuse it
The dance of a million scattered feet
Abuse it
Beakless grins stuffed with flaming cheese
Abuse it
Flowering warts and oils to soothe the rub
Give me this dance
Give me this dance
Allow me what I have already begun
My fingers on your trumpet to stir the fevered loins
Let’s go!