Like the last of the Mohicans You acted like bloody pagans Let the bells ring Rejoice and sing
Jim Jones, where did you come from Jim Jones, Was it for fun Jim Jones, That's your name Jim Jones, a silent death
Religious sects and promised lands Are you ready for the gods? Martyrs, killers holding hands Do not fight the odds The dying angel said drink up Be merry and be dead
Jim Jones where did you come from Jim Jones was it for fun? Jim Jones that's your name Jim Jones you died for fame
Murder Murder Murder The Zero Hero
Walk on them like insects Gamble with death for a joke Mercenary disciples With bibles and rifles In temple of people A doomsday book of evil No Poster hanging high
I die, you die don't ask why I die, you die don't ask why I die, you die don't ask why I die, you die don't ask why I die, you die don't ask why I die, you die don't ask why I die, you die don't ask why I die, you die don't ask why
why ah ha,ha,ha,ha oh lord you DieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
