Sects

Like the last of the Mohicans

You acted like bloody pagans

So let the bells ring

Rejoice and sing

Jim Jones, where did you come from?

Jim Jones, was it for fun?

Jim Jones, is that your name?

Jim Jones, a silent death.

Religious sects and promised lands

Are you ready for the gods?

Martyrs, killers holding hands

Did 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, is that 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 the temple of the 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