the cholera well
levellers
follow me down to the cholera well
follow me down to the cholera well
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
follow me down to the cholera well
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 hand full of beans and rice
wiring and old soviet device
follow me down to the cholera well
when everything is blown to hell
we'll sit down by the cholera well
drinking poison from the mortar shells
can you feel the stomach cramps?
two million in internment camps
follow me down to the cholera well
follow me down to the cholera well
follow me down to the cholera well