Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jonestown , by - Jehst. Song from the album Billy Green is Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: YNR
Song language: English
Jonestown |
| 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 |