The Promised Land

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This old world never changes, just getting worse by the minute
Color against color, parent against child, brother against brother
Aren't you tired? Like me, don't you think, the ties with society, should be cut?
If so, follow me to a place like none other.



Give me all your money and materialistic things
Because, when you leave this world, what joy will they bring?
Follow me, to a place, where your heart of freedom will sing
A new world, to which you and I will be proud to cling.

I know you want this, as much as I
Just like Moses, the Exodus, and the promised land
For this, are you ready to pay the cost and follow me, without any whys
Then follow me, your father, to a new promised land.


One which, we the people, control our destiny
A place in which only we, make our own laws and our own kind of fun
A place in which the sociologists have no say because us they can no longer see
So follow, your father, all my daughters and sons.

I promise this lovely place will be sane and sound
We will leave socialist America, to promised land we are bound
Our own land, one unlike any other, one in which if you want to be lost, you will never be found
My name is Jim, come with me to Guyana, and let me welcome you to Jones town.
 

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This old world never changes, just getting worse by the minute
Color against color, parent against child, brother against brother
Aren't you tired? Like me, don't you think, the ties with society, should be cut?
If so, follow me to a place like none other.



Give me all your money and materialistic things
Because, when you leave this world, what joy will they bring?
Follow me, to a place, where your heart of freedom will sing
A new world, to which you and I will be proud to cling.

I know you want this, as much as I
Just like Moses, the Exodus, and the promised land
For this, are you ready to pay the cost and follow me, without any whys
Then follow me, your father, to a new promised land.


One which, we the people, control our destiny
A place in which only we, make our own laws and our own kind of fun
A place in which the sociologists have no say because us they can no longer see
So follow, your father, all my daughters and sons.

I promise this lovely place will be sane and sound
We will leave socialist America, to promised land we are bound
Our own land, one unlike any other, one in which if you want to be lost, you will never be found
My name is Jim, come with me to Guyana, and let me welcome you to Jones town.

Very nice, and am i invited to this town?.
 

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