I don't mean to be the Antichrist But it ain't gonna be no goddamn afterlife Ain't you tired of being somebody's fool? The winter's getting hot, and the summer's cool
Shiny, happy people, clap your hands Even the Devil better dance while he got the chance And there's nothing wrong with being right Heaven is out there on the dance floor tonight
Accept it, this is it And this is all we get Accept it, this is it All I want is a little bit Accept it, this is it This is all we get Accept it, this is it But all I want is a little bit
I said, they say that the world can end any day Tell me, what makes them think that we want to stay? Been alive all these years and ain't happy yet The least God can do is let us forget
So shiny, happy people, clap your hands Even the Devil better dance while he got the chance And there's nothing wrong with being right Heaven is out there on the dance floor tonight
Accept it, this is it And this is all we get Accept it, this is it All I want is a little bit Accept it, this is it And this is all you get Accept it, this is it But all I want is a little bit
Compositor: Thomas Decarlo Callaway / Brian Joseph Burton / Samuel Benjamin Cohen