What a fine fellow, said his name was Hades
Picked me up in the back of his Mercedes
Long-haired, lookin' like Jesus, baby
Guess I'll go, yeah, guess I'll go, yeah, yeah
Making out with our tongue, open mouth
Put his hand 'round my neck, no doubt
Says: I got a place way down south
Guess I'll go, yeah, guess I'll go, yeah
All of the girls wearing long white dresses
Didn't you say we're alone? Quit messing
He doesn't know I'm the jealous type
His face made me wet when I pulled out a knife
Is this a cult?
Can we revolt?
I don't play nice and you're not listening
I'll be the first one to steal all your bitches
Is this a cult?
Take me home
Won't work for you, won't make you no money
Get on all fours and bark like a dummy
Now we're all taking turns on the pony
Put a saddle on him, feed him macaroni
Pull his teeth out one by oney
Make him smile, yeah, make him smile, yeah, yeah
Judie, Margaret, Lisa, and Sunny
Threw flour on him, looked like a mummy
Cracked some eggs on his bruised-up tummy
Let him cook, yeah, let him cook, yeah
All of my girls wear whatever they wanna
No men allowed 'cause they wanna control us
We grow our own food and don't need no money
Everything's free and we have our autonomy
Is this a cult?
Or is it home?
We see the future and get what we want
We killed the leader and now we're on top
Is this a cult?
Can I come home?
We make the rules and we love on the land
We fuck ourselves better than they can
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
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