Paradise - Shrug

«eureka,» cried the holy ones

«we'll fry the bastard sinners' sons

so clap your hands and throw your guns

the end’s in sight-we've almost won»

and tonight we’ll sleep in paradise

tonight we’ll sleep in paradise

tonight we’ll sleep in paradise

tonight we’ll sleep in paradise

we put our faith in instant god

just add incense blood and sod

salvation in the name of fraud

as television saints applaud

it’s raining it’s poiring

the righteous are roaring

and loudly ignoring

the points the others made

a tisket a tasket

your head’s in a basket

they bend down to ask it

if your soul’s been saved

christ came back three weeks ago

i saw him on twelve tv shows

he’s sponsored by spaghettios

and mickey d’s and michelob

so me my dear i’ve got a plan

be my girl and hold my hand

don’t push me what you think is true

and i will do the same for you

and maybe we’ll see paradise

maybe we’ll see paradise

maybe we’ll see paradise

maybe we’ll see paradise