Ballad of Jim Jones

I walked from New York and back from L.A.

I lived on a mountain and once by the bay

I bought an apartment and slept in the hay

but there's no place that's softer than (your arms)

living today is just getting so bad

there's a look on your face

and it says"you've been had!"

you can take all my money

but don't make me mad

cause there's nobody meaner than (me)

I prayed to Buddha, to Allah, and Jim.

I turned to Jesus and stayed there with him

I fell in deep but I learned how to swim

now there's no one who's cleaner than me or than him