The Cholera Well Lyrics

Down, down, come on down Follow me down to the cholera well

Senator come take my hand Here feel the flames you have fanned A blood-red 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

By night the US planes descend Deals are struck with pay-roll friends An arms bazaar that never ends And the Russians land by morning The militia-men are throwing dice For a days handful of beans and rice Wiring an old soviet device Like a claymore mine
When everything is blown to hell They'll sit down by the cholera well And drink its poison from mortar shells Fired-off that day Can you feel the stomach cramps? Two million in internment camps We're complicit in our negligence Of all of these holocausts

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