Jonestown

Melody: 

Downtown

Lyrics: 

When you are broke, and your religion's a joke
You can always go to
Jonestown
When your life's incomplete, there's only one man to meet
So won’t you come and see
Jim Jones
 
Watch him as he stirs the vat of Cool aid that’s so lethal
Listen to the anguished cries of all the dying people
No one survives.
 
The rev's the most gracious host
So, let’s lift up your glasses to the ultimate toast
We’re at Jonestown
Drink up with the reverend Jim
Jonestown
Chances are mighty slim
Jonestown
People are dropping like flies.
 
There was Congressman Ryan, on his mission of spyin'
But he would not drink with
Jim Jones
For such a disgrace, they had to blow off his face
Now tell me, who’s to blame
Jim Jones
 
But then first they had to put his final plans into action
He drank the brew and when it’s through he saw with satisfaction
Everyone died.
The deaths were both painful and slow
But to live or to die, it’s a great way to go
We’re at Jonestown
Drink up with the reverend Jim
Jonestown
Chances are mighty slim
Jonestown
People are dropping like flies.