is this a cult

Melanie Martinez

What a fine fellow, said his name was Hades
Picked me up in the back of his Mercedes
Long-haired, lookin like Jesus, baby
I 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
I 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 bitches
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 fuck ourselves better than they can

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