Cult Is Such a Strong Word
Everybody shave your heads
Everybody make your beds
Everybody's welcome in my compound
We're gonna get to the moon somehow
Everybody sell all your trash
Everybody donate the cash
Everybody's welcome to make me rich
And be so thankful to be my bitch
And all I need to do to convince them
Is tell them that I have a religion
The power's all in the definition
I'm just trying to save some souls
Please don't say that we're a cult
I'm just trying to save some souls
Please don't call me a fucking cult leader
Everybody getting along
Everybody singing the songs
Everybody has come on down
To live together in Wixsontown
Everybody put on your robes
Everybody plug up your nose
Everybody's going to drink tonight
To hitch a ride on a satellite
And all I need to do to convince them
Is tell them that I have a religion
The power's all in the definition
I'm just trying to save some souls
Please don't say that we're a cult
I'm just trying to save some souls
Please don't call me a fucking cult leader
Why can't a guy just do what he likes
With promises of an afterlife
What if I'm right, what if they die?
Ride in a comet 'cross the sky
Let people choose what they should do
Let them consume my magic juice
Wear Nike shoes, live in canoes
I'm not the madman, man, it's you
I'm just trying to save some souls
Please don't say that we're a cult
I'm just trying to save some souls
Please don't call me a fucking cult leader
Autor(es): Matt Wixson
