Paradise

歌詞

Thomas The Seventh Day, the day of rest, we're told It's Church Parade, time to save your soul Armageddon's on its way, insure against the coming day Your premium's due it's time to pay, so please pass the tray Your sins laid bare, preacher hits you strong But don't despair, he'll soon forgive your wrongs Contributions guarantee, eternal freedom, ecstasy Just pay the price and then you'll be ... No strangers in Paradise ... The Altar's gold, congregation's poor Salvation sold, costs a little more Contributions guarantee, eternal freedom, ecstasy Just pay the price and then you'll be ... No strangers in Paradise ...