Letra de Sects

Like the last of the Mohicans You acted like bloody pagans So let the bells ring Rejoice and sing Jim Jones, where did you come from Jim Jones, was it for fun ? Jim Jones, that's your name Jim Jones, a silent death. Religious sects and promised lands Are you ready for the gods ? Martyrs, killers holding hands Did not fight the odds. The dying angel said, "Drink up" "Be merry and be dead !" Jim Jones, where did you come from Jim Jones, was it for fun ? Jim Jones, that's your name Jim Jones, you dead for fame. Murder ! Murder ! Murder ! The zero hero ! Walk on them like insects Gamble with death for a joke ! Mercenary disciples with bibles and rifles In the temple of the people A doomsday book of evil No poster hanging high I die, you die. Don't ask why I die, you die. Don't ask why I die, you die. Don't ask why.