The Cholera Well

(album: Letters From The Underground - 2008)

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 hand full 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