IS THIS A CULT? Lyrics by 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
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”
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 ***
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 one-y
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 *** ourselves better than they can