The Cholera Well Songtext / Lyric

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