[Intro: spoken, low and amused] It’s the new religion. This here cosmic rhythm Going on about freedom Check your rank in the fiefdom. [Verse 1] How could you Expect to keep a beat without some cosmic rhythm With Castile soap We bathin in this Infinite wisdom Won’t Let you Smoke my withered Soul For the keys to the kingdom [Pre-Chorus] You put a price on paradise, Then call the purchase sacrifice. You want devotion on demand, But keep the whole world in your hand. [Chorus] Keep your keys to the kingdom, I’ve got rhythm in my bones. If your heaven needs a gatekeeper, I can find my own way home. You can dress a cage in gold, You can call that cage a throne. Keep your keys to the kingdom. You don’t get to own my soul. [Post-Chorus: rhythmic chant] Keep your keys. Keep your throne. I’ve got rhythm Of my own. [Verse 2] But I won’t release A fraction For your facetless passion I hear you call freedom Can’t surrender it all If you’re planning to keep some It’s the new religion Check your rank in the fiefdom You preach about the ego With your portrait on the wall. Say we’re closer to the heavens When we learn to feel small. [Pre-Chorus] You say the truth will set me free, Then tell me what the truth must be. And every time I question why, You move the kingdom higher in the sky. [Chorus] Keep your keys to the kingdom, I’ve got rhythm in my bones. If your heaven needs a gatekeeper, I can find my own way home. You can dress a cage in gold, You can call that cage a throne. Keep your keys to the kingdom. You don’t get to own my soul. [Post-Chorus: louder, stacked vocals] Keep your keys. Keep your throne. I’ve got rhythm Of my own. [Bridge: drums drop out; intimate, rough vocal] I can kneel beside the water. I can marvel at the sky. I can live inside a question Without buying your reply. Let the mystery stay open. Let it breathe beyond your name. If we’re bathing in infinity, Why you charging for the rain? [Breakdown: bass and stomps; biting spoken delivery] It’s the new religion. Check your rank in the fiefdom. Everybody’s equal Till you ask who gets to lead ’em. Hands up. Eyes closed. Leave your questions At the door. You’ve got everything. What the fuck You need mine for? [Final Chorus: full voice, gritty harmonies] Keep your keys to the kingdom, I’ve got rhythm in my bones. If your heaven needs a gatekeeper, I can find my own way home. You can dress a cage in gold, You can call that cage a throne. Keep your keys to the kingdom. You don’t get to own my soul. [Outro: stripped back to guitar and voice] How could you Expect to keep a beat without some cosmic rhythm? Keep your keys. I’m already in it.
