Lyrics

Murder in the first with intention to kill In order to allow prophecy to fulfill Droves of innocents left rotting in the jungle sun Alas, mass suicide at the hands of one Keep still Echoes whisper through the trees Blind devotees on their knees Repent was the last word said ever again Take another sip of the Jonestown Punch Just take another fat sip of the Jonestown Punch Many are the lies in the prophet's eyes The bitterest of bland taste holds the sweetest surprise Hence the enemy, ready to attack like a thief in the night So cleverly cloaked and masked in Salvation's light Yet still, empty words were wrapped like chains To seal their fate in glass remains Cursed are the Psalms to the sheep As they sleep Take another sip of the Jonestown Punch Just take another fat sip of the Jonestown Punch Oh, take a sip of the punch Echoes whisper through the trees Blind devotees on their knees Repent was the last word said ever again Take another sip of the Jonestown Punch Just take another fat sip of the Jonestown Punch Take another sip of the Jonestown Punch Just take another fat sip of the Jonestown Punch