Hate Street Songtext
von Jim’s Big Ego

In my cult
we wear a simple weave.
In my cult
there's nothing to believe.
In my cult
our clothes do not have sleeves.
You may think that we're naive,
but there's a lot of joie de vivre
in my cult.
And we all tell little lies
in my cult.
We wear a similar disguise
in my cult.
And no one ever dies;
if they do they soon arise.
Our leader loves big thighs
in my cult.
We wear the holy socks
we dont believe in clocks
Bill Mumy often mocks my cult


along with Ronny Cox
and other sci-fi actors turned musicians.
In my cult
we drink and eat our god.
In my cult
we protect the sacred sod.
In my cult
we're from the Land of Nod.
We don't wish for what you've got
we knew the truth, but we forgot
in my cult.
And the lambs just won't lie down
in my cult.
And the truth is written on a crown
in my cult;
it's buried underground,
and it will not be found
until the comet comes around.
In my cult
we dance a furtive dance
we're giving fleas a chance
and our statues do not glance
in my cult.
Look away, look away
until you reach the 18th hole of disillusionment at last.
In my cult
we await the giant flying head.
In my cult
we sleep in one big bed.
In my cult
we program for the web
our names all start with Zed
we're watching Shaun of the Dead
in my cult.
And our leader is charismatic
in my cult
And the Kool-aid is magic
in my cult.
Of course, the ending is tragic
we're becoming more pelagic
we're interpreting the static
in my cult.
And I want you all to join.
Can you feel it in your loins?
Send all your golden coins
to my cult.
Only then, only then
will you be free enough to witness
the ongoing apocalypse.
Lyrics and music by Jim's Big Ego
(cc) Jim's Big Ego.