Ballad of Jim Jones

One, two, three One, two, three I walked to New York and back from L.A I lived on a mountain and once by the bay I bought an apartment and slept in the hay But there's no place that's softer than (your arms) Living today is just getting so bad There's a look on your face And it says you've been had You can take all my money But don't make me mad 'Cause there's nobody meaner than (me) I prayed to Buddha, to Allah, and Jim I turned to Jesus and stayed there with him I fell in deep, but I learned how to swim Now there's no one who's cleaner than me or than him