Interpret:

Chumbawamba

Album:

Shhh

Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card


Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'


That was the Armley tabernacle choir. Next 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 above the streets and houses


Misses Meta Battle, with one hand on the Valium and one hand on the bottle


Somewhere over Indiana, eight miles high


Meta Battle sees the good Lord wandering 'cross the sky


(Chorus)


Have your fun whilst your alive


You won't get nothing when you die


Have a good time all the time because you won't get nothing when you die


Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card


Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'


Gobsmacked, William Shatnered


Meta does a double take


Come on baby, do the camera shake


Half expecting from the aisle a certain Mister Beadle


Watching you, watching us, watching Misses Meta Battle


(Repeat chorus)


Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card


Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'


Meta Battle shot her Lord


And watched him tumble down


And now there's people out with Polaroids all around town


And who knows, that Jesus on the church near your house may well be the original


Kiss it as you pass


(Repeat chorus)


Look, no strings--just paper, glue, and card


Hark, the angels sing 'Paste the Lord'


(Repeat)


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