- lyrics - What a fine fellow, said his name was Hades Picked me up in the back of his Mercedes Long-haired, lookin' like Jesus, baby Guess I'll go, yeah, guess I'll go, yeah, yeah Makin' out with our tongue, open mouth Put his hand 'round my neck, no doubt Says, "I got a place way down south" Guess I'll go, yeah, guess I'll go, yeah All of the girls wearing long white dresses Didn't you say we're alone? Quit messing He doesn't know I'm the jealous type His face made me wet when I pulled out a knife Is this a cult? Can we revolt? I don't play nice and you're not listening I'll be the first one to steal all your (!) Is this a cult? Take me home Won't work for you, won't make you no money Get on all fours, bark like a dummy Now we're all takin' turns on the pony Put a saddle on him, feed him macaroni Pull his teeth out one by oney Make him smile, yeah, make him smile, yeah, yeah Judie, Margaret, Lisa, and Sunny Threw flour on him, looked like a mummy Cracked some eggs on his bruised-up tummy Let him cook, yeah, let him cook, yeah All of my girls wear whatever they wanna No men allowed 'cause they wanna control us We grow our own food and don't need no money Everything's free, and we have our autonomy Is this a cult? Or is it home? We see the future and get what we want We killed the leader, and now we're on top Is this a cult? Can I come home? We make the rules, and we love on the land We (!) ourselves better than they can La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la
