Drink the Flavor

[Verse 1]
Deep in the jungle of Guyana's green,
Nine hundred souls chasing one man’s dream,
They left behind the world of pain,
To follow the voice that preached through the rain.

He said, “If we can’t live in peace, then let’s die in peace,”
The crowd sat silent, their fear unleashed.
They called him Father, they called him friend—
But the road they walked led to the end.

[Chorus]
🎶 Drink the Flavor, drink it down,
Red as blood on holy ground.
Jim Jones whispers, “Don’t look back,”
A paper cup and the world fades black.
They believed, oh Lord, they believed—
In a promise that made the angels grieve. 🎶

[Verse 2]
They came from cities, poor and proud,
To build a heaven, away from the crowd.
But the dream grew twisted, the truth went blind,
Behind dark glasses and a poisoned mind.

Congressman Ryan flew down to see—
He left in a coffin from that airstrip tree.
Jones said, “We didn't commit suicide, we committed an act of revolutionary suicide.”
As mothers cried and children died.

[Chorus]
🎶 Drink the Flavor, drink it down,
Lay your babies on the ground.
No more hunger, no more fight—
Just one last sermon in the dying light.
They believed, oh God, they believed—
In a man who told them not to leave. 🎶

[Bridge] (Spoken)

> “Mother, mother, mother, mother... please.” – a voice from the death tape.
“Step forward, children. Step forward.”
“We didn’t lie to you… we’ve been so betrayed.”
The crowd murmurs. The tape rolls.
And history records the sound of lost souls.



[Verse 3]
Barrels of cyanide mixed with aid,
Laid out neat in the jungle shade.
He sat on his throne while they dropped like flies,
Preaching paradise, wrapped in lies.

[Chorus – Final]
🎶 Drink the Flavor, drink it down,
From San Francisco to that southern town.
Echoes still in the jungle air—
Of a prophet’s madness and a people's prayer.
They believed, oh Lord, they believed—
Now the soil of Jonestown will never breathe. 🎶

(Folk style – slow, eerie minor key, like a ghostly hymn