Jehst, Eric Biddines, Strange U - Jonestown lyrics
[Jehst, Eric Biddines, Strange U - Jonestown lyrics]
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!
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
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
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
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
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!
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
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
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
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