Из альбома: Primordial Greats
Do you believe every word, from my lying lips?
I'll promise you heaven, from an apocalypse
It's because of the skin, you're living in
That makes you all so guilty of sin
I'll quench the thirst, your soul desires
Because I know, I'm the chosen Messiah
If you drink the cup, inside of your hand
You can follow me, to the promised land.
I've got guns, I've got dynamite
CNN is my satellite
You'd better not, come inside
'Cause no one here is getting out, alive
What's your hurry, what's your rush?
It's easy enough, to be one of us.
The enemies, that I 've made
Can say hello to my hand grenade
I've spiked the punch, a little too much
It tastes a bit rough,but it keeps you in touch
I'll never forget, the promise I made
Now have a taste of my famous kool aid.
I've got guns, I've got dynamite
No one here is gonna mess with me tonight
You'd better not, come inside
'Cause no one here, is coming out, alive
My name is Jim Jones
My name is Jim Jones
My name is Jim Jones
Who the hell are you?
I will deliver
'Cause I'm your Reverend Charisma
And by amphetamine's end
We'll get to heaven
If you follow me, follow me
Get on your knees, and follow me