Lyrics:

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 ...