Velvet Rope Theology

Studio 54 meets the upper room tonight Where the disco balls are halos and the queens are dressed in light Jesus flipped the tables, honey, I’mma flip this floor Dancing out my demons like I’m walking through the door Grace looks like glitter falling from the ceiling high above The DJ’s playing sacraments, the whole club’s filled with love We’re transubstantiating pain into this joyful sound At the altar of the dance floor, holy ground is found So let the record spin salvation, let the bass line preach We’re all priests and we’re all prophets, everybody here can teach That God shows up in spaces that religion can’t control On this dance floor we’re all worthy, we’re all whole It’s velvet rope theology, where the last become the first Where the freaks inherit heaven and the meek can quench their thirst Spinning like a dervish in these platforms made for praise It’s velvet rope theology, setting disco balls ablaze