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