Jonestown

Lyrics

[Intro] Is this microphone working? Uh okay. We're gathered here today before almighty God to bear witness, the divine ministry of none other than our personal saviour and redeemer — his collection plate runneth over with the righteousness of our Lord — our spiritual leader, Reverend Brimstone! [Verse 1: Jehst] The cult leader approach the mic for religious sermon Followers pledge their lives I might know the whereabouts of that missing person Any place of worship I will simply commandeer for my business purpose I establish churches Offer access to God A specific service I need a couple high-profile Hollywood stars to submit their earnings The villagers build a wicker man in the wilderness for ritualistic burnings Pedal fear for all nations I got the gospel translations in many different versions I can exorcise all your demons Be redeemed of all your sins and your sick perversions So please allow me to present my doctrine One in a lifetime offer of what I'm literally offering, this sacrificial offering Read the small print from all of my disciples I demand a donation of offspring Suicide Kool Aid make you taste the concoction Take your place in the coffin [Hook: Eric Biddines] I should hold my brain [?] A whole lotta brain [?] There's a hole in my pain [?] I was ashamed If all else fall on me I hope it maintain It's like my back against the wall I can't satisfy all in here [?] [Verse 2: Kashmere] The L. Ron Hells to bells when the L's gone It felt strong channelling Daimon Hellstrom Hardly handsome More in common with a ghastly phantom Elaine Burtons want the corpse like I'm Charlie Manson Tell the welder, fires of hell swell to melt ya A harbinger of death Helter-skelter Divine smash Multiple concubines in the stash David Koresh in the flesh It's raining ash A cult leader, witnessing sinister paragon A cult leader, uh, Minister Farrakhan (salam) Apocalypse swag swung in action I simply move the date along when it doesn't happen Sixty percent of your cheques to cop the fucking mansion Bled your souls in a cup and then I fucking drank 'em Twenty sons, twenty daughters and another hatchling Brainwashing them all cos I'm a loving captain I'm bored of this shit, you got me talking business I caught a mission from God, I'm bout to torch a village [Hook] [Outro: James Earl Jones in Conan the Barbarian] That is strength, boy. That is power. What is steel compared to the hand that wields it? Look at the strength in your body, the desire in your heart, I gave you this! Such a waste. Contemplate this on the tree of woe. Crucify him