Ballad of Jim Jones

I walked from 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