"JONESTOWN PUNCH" lyrics

"JONESTOWN PUNCH"

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


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