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