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)   Susej em kcuf ho   (Repeat)