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because I'm gonna kill him. That is what I do. I invent people, and then I kill them.

Jim walks with a limp, but don't worry about it. It doesn't matter
Forgive us now for what we've done
It started out as a bit of fun
Here, take these before we run away
The keys to the gulag

Oh children
Lift up your
the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
For one more member who had business
that's so blue and cold 
Ain't good for nothin' 
But put a man six feet in the hole 

I'm gonna tell you what you 
Can do with it too 
Hand guns are
Hey you were standing by the screen door slamming
Rather clear what’s taking place
You were holding on to Louie, he was packing, he was heavy
That
says the judge, says he
"Oh, for life, Jim Jones, I'm sending you
Across the stormy sea
But take a tip before you ship
To join the iron gang
Don't get
the mirrored room, "Set ?em up for everyone", he said
Then everyone commenced to do what
They've been doin' before he moved their heads
He walked up
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
on the rear view mirror
And that same blame cop was pulling us over again

Now I'm sitting here in this county jail
I had to call my daddy to go our bail
Forgive us now for what we've done
It started out as a bit of fun
Here, take these before we run away
The keys to the gulag

(Oh, children)
(Lift up your
Four minutes and counting. 
O.K. 
They pressed the button, Jim. 
They pressed the button Billy, what button? 
The big red one. 
You mean
[Jim Jones]
I grew up in the 'jects, five inch what I press
Fry way to hold a tec, live bait I'm so brazy man
In them pissy staircases, we just
tryin' times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by TV
Three generations of fatherless women
We drownin' instead of swimmin'
This ain't what
or die tryin times
Greed that I see
Got these cats
Whipped by tv
3 generations of fatherless women
We drownin instead of swimmin
This ain't what
Had a gaggle of friends in high school
I know none of them now
Cleared my memory of them

Here's what I heard through the rumour mill

'So
And cleaned out the bank safe it's said that they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
For one more member who
a change. I'm tired of being tormented to hell, that's what I'm tired of. Tired of it."

Jim Jones: "Please. For God's sake, let's get on with it. We've
getting out, alive

What's your hurry, what's your rush?
It's easy enough, to be one of us.
The enemies, that I 've made
Can say hello to my hand
Yea-uh, here we go here we go here we go
Talk about that Word of Mouf baby
Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go
Ludacris, 4-Ize, D.E.
of time I guess you know that mine's bout up I'm gonna see you tonight
Just another breath or two and I'll be home by the way
What have you got planned
do what I can for you here

Dad whatever you have
I'm sure it's living in me
Cause I'm convinced
That all of this has been the best for me
already lost the fight
What exactly is gonna happen
When he's finally realized
That he can't play his guitar like E.G. Jim
Or write St. Augustine if he
tonight Diana would you consider laying in my arms
I love you more than ever now Diana I'm sure you're the reason I was born

Jim was born the first year
I like moonshine whiskey
I like home made wine
I don’t look for greener grass
Home grown suits me just fine
Welcome to my shanty
Drop by anytime
you told me to go
And got back in return
This here feelin' that I've learned
What the Indians know

And you say you don't see it
When a grown man