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Put your foot in my lap.
The big problem is the main attraction Dominoes are falling in a chain reaction The scraping subject ruled by fear told me Whiskey works better than beer The judge is on vinyl, decisions are final And nobody gets a reprieve And every wave is tidal - if you hang around You’re going to get wet I can’t prepare for death any more than I already have All you can do now is watch the shells The game looks easy that’s why it sells Frustrated fireworks inside your head Are going to stand and deliver talk instead The method acting that pays my bills Keeps the fat man feeding in beverly hills I got a heavy metal mouth that hurls obscenity And I get my check from the trash treasury ‘Cause I took my own insides out It don’t matter 'cause I had no sex life All I want to do now is inject my ex wife I’ve seen the movie and I know what happens It’s a Christmas time And the needles on the tree A skinny Santa is bringing something to me His voice is overwhelming, but his speech is slurred And I only understand every other word “Open your parachute and grab your gun Falling down like an omen, a setting sun Read the part and we turn out fine It’s a hell of a role if you can keep it alive But I don’t care if I fuck up I’m going on a date with a rich white lady Ain’t life great? Give me one good reason not to do it This is a place where time reverses Dead men talk to all the pretty nurses Instruments shine on a silver tray Don’t let me be carried away Don’t let me be carried away Don’t let me be carried away
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Some fun (see: creepy) facts about Jim Jones
If Jones felt members of the People’s Temple had defied him or if he wanted sympathy from the group, he would often fake a heart attack, claim that his life was being threatened by outsiders and/or stage acts of violence against himself.
Had all members give up all of their possessions, sign over deeds to their house, their pay checks and social security checks. In 1977, Jones was collecting well over $40,000 a month in Social Security checks and had over ten million dollars held in several different bank accounts.
Bragged about being extremely well endowed.
Was once arrested in a public bathroom for masturbating and showing his penis to an off duty police officer.
Cussed like a sailor—even during his sermons.
Told many of the male members of the People’s Temple that they were homosexual and then proceeded to “cure” them of their homosexuality by having sex with them. Fucking the gay right out of them.
Also felt that many of the women needed some ~spiritual healing~ so he would have sexual relations with them as well, mostly to cure depression.
Would make his temple members sign papers stating that they sexually molested or beat their children so he could use it as blackmail against them, if ever necessary.
Forced one Temple couple (Tim & Grace Stoen) to sign paperwork saying that their child, John, was actually Jim’s son (he wasn’t). Grace eventually left the Temple and Tim did shortly after. Jones would never allow the parents to gain custody of their child and he would end up being one of the 900 members that lost his life in Jonestown.
Began telling Temple members he was God —they believed him.
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Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) » Nancy Sinatra
I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight