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Jim's Big Ego
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Hate Street
Lyricist:Jim's Big Ego Composer: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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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.
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