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Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the
That was the Armley tabernacle choir. we'll be hearing the true story of an American housewife who claims to have taken mid-air photographs of Jesus Christ in the skies of Indiana.
High the streets and houses
Misses Meta Battle, with one hand on the Valium and one on the bottle
Somewhere over Indiana, eight miles
Meta Battle sees the good Lord 'cross the sky
(Chorus)
Have your fun your alive
You get nothing when you die
a good time all the time because you won't get nothing when you die
Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and
Hark, the angels sing the Lord'
Gobsmacked, Shatnered
Meta does a double
Come on baby, do the camera
Half expecting from the aisle a certain Mister
Watching you, watching us, Misses Meta Battle
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the sing 'Paste the Lord'
Battle shot her Lord
And watched him tumble
And now there's people out with all around town
And who knows, that on the church near your house may well be the original
Kiss it as you
(Repeat chorus)
Look, no paper, glue, and card
Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the
(Repeat)
Susej em ho
(Repeat)