`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