No Strangers In Paradise - Charlie

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 …