Ballad of Jim Jones Songtext
von The Brian Jonestown Massacre

One, two, three
One, two, three

I walked to New York and back from L.A
I lived on a mountain and once by the bay
I bought an apartment and slept in the hay
But there′s no place that's softer than (your arms)


Living today is just getting so bad
There′s a look on your face
And it says you've been had
You can take all my money
But don't make me mad
′Cause there′s nobody meaner than (me)

I prayed to Buddha, to Allah, and Jim
I turned to Jesus and stayed there with him
I fell in deep, but I learned how to swim
Now there's no one who′s cleaner than me or than him