Jim Jones - Dirt Poor Robins

I promise to nod as they bring us the news

Then color the window, you gave us a sleep-through

With strength for a glance as we squint at the glass

A story uncovered we cannot see past

There’s another Jim Jones in America

You’ve become a Jim Jones to America

Merchants of panic are stirring our fears

Sifting through villains that amp up our tearing

They’re baiting the headlines with herald and hux

If you bite at the line you’ll be served up for crooks

There’s another Jim Jones in America

You’ve become a Jim Jones to America

Now you better change your mind

I think I meant it before you try to smell it

Cause everyone’s hanging on all that you’re saying

Like a fool on a rope who’s a noose and it jokes

Cause you don’t, don’t ever give a damn about the venom

You’ve chosen for a weapon.

We’re pouring it out for everybody else

Cause you won’t, you won’t drink it yourself

We know you won’t, you won’t drink it yourself

There’s another Jim Jones

Another Jim Jones

There’s another Jim Jones

Another Jim Jones

There’s another Jim Jones in America.

You’ve become a Jim Jones to America

There’s another Jim Jones in America.

You’ve become a Jim Jones to America