Lyrics:

'1,2,3,4'

Like the last of the Mohicans
You acted like bloody pagans
So let the bells ring
Rejoice and sing

Jim Jones, where did you come from?
Jim Jones, was it for fun?
Jim Jones, is that your name?
Jim Jones, a silent death

Religious sects and promised lands
Are you ready for the gods?
Martyrs, killers holding hands
Did not fight the odds
The dying angel said, 'Drink up'
'Be merry and be dead!'

Jim Jones, where did you come from?
Jim Jones, was it for fun?
Jim Jones, is that your name?
Jim Jones, you died for fame

Murder
Murder
Murder
The zero hero


Walk on them like insects
Gamble with death for a joke
Mercenary disciples
With bibles and rifles
In the temple of the people
A doomsday book of evil
No poster hanging high
I die, you die, don't ask why

I die, you die, don't ask why
I die, you die, don't ask why
I die, you die, don't ask why
I die, you die, don't ask why
I die, you die, don't ask why
I die, you die, don't ask why
I die, you die, don't ask why


I die, you die