Jonestown Kool-Aid

Duration

4:08

Genres

Indie Rock

Description

Lyrics

Jonestown Kool-Aid By Peter Kern There's chronic melancholia hanging from the trees The sooner it's removed, the better off we'll be Abundant is the harvest, the bushel empties fast Introspections uttered cannot be taken back Testicles and genitals, a bull’s eye on the crotch You don’t know who I am, but you do know who I'm not The jaws of life indentured have pity on the slave Battle scars may heal, but they never go away Manic Polar Ice Cream from a Hypertensive Freeze Lick it fast and plenty it will put your heart at ease Even keel is cool, shock absorption on the brain Anything at all that's disconnected from the pain Blunders cloud the memory of our champions once supreme Behold their lifeless carcasses then pick them bones but clean Resurrection for erections from inside the tigers paw Blonde headed insufficients now enforce the lemon law Iphone tapped out mamas, auditioning for new dads Unemployed but unannoyed yet unaffected is the fad Home front slicked up homeboys hammer slamming High School chicks Down low low down stripped-down Jonestown Kool-Aid spurting dicks Torrential rains they inundate when you’ve finally cleaned the car Then the Pale Horse greets the reaper at the crossing of the bar Much better to die upright than to live upon your knees Believe nothing that you hear and only half of what you see Darkness disrespect's us then with vengeance steals the soul Another place a better chance? Heaven only knows