The Cholera Well

Down, down, come on down Follow me down to the cholera well Down, down, come on down Down to the cholera well Down, down, come on down Follow me down to the cholera well Down, down, come on down Down to the cholera well Well senator, come, take my hand, And feel the flames that you have fanned, A blood wrecked symphony in sand, Remember that Jonestown smell It could have been Afghanistan, The slow destruction of Sudan, Not to be found in published plans, A covert genocide Down, down, come on down Follow me down to the cholera well Down, down, come on down Down to the cholera well Yeah! By night, the US planes descend, And deals are struck with their pay roll friends An arms bazaar that never ends The Russians land by morning The militia men are throwing dice, For a handfull of beans and rice, Wiring and old Soviet device, Like a Claymore mine Down, down, come on down Follow me down to the cholera well Down, down, come on down Down to the cholera well Yeah! Yeah When everything is blown to hell, We'll sit down by the cholera well, Drinking poison from the mortar shells Fired up that day Can you feel the stomach cramps? Two million in internment camps, We're complicit, in our negligence Of all these holocausts! Down, down, come on down Follow me down to the cholera well Down, down, come on down Down to the cholera well Yeah down, down, come on down Follow me down to the cholera well Down, down, come on down Down to the cholera well Yeah down, down, come on down Follow me down to the cholera well Yeah down down, yeah follow me down Down to the cholera well Down down, come on down Yeah down, to the cholera well Down, down, come on down Down to the cholera well