One Man Cult Lyrics

He's a one-man cult

And he follows his lead

And he drank his own Kool-Aid long, long ago

Now he's up and alive

In his palace of scaffolding

Waiting for someone to bring him some clothes

Time to find a lost soul

Ready for revival

Looking to arrive in the promised land

Seeking a disciple

To share his wine

The type who's willing to obey his every command

It's a small, small world

And he's making it smaller and smaller

All of the time

Yes, it's a small, small world

And he's making it smaller and smaller and smaller

All of the time

So he can be the best there ever was

He is looking for flyer distributors

Ready to start right away to spread news of his plans

Yes, he's looking for flyer distributors

Ready to cover the windshields across the land

Must have a flexible schedule

And their own vehicle

Preferably a van

They'll be paid at the end of the week

If the job is complete

And it leads to increasing demand

I repeat

He is looking for flyer distributors

Looking for flyer distributors

Looking for flyer distributors

So he can be the best there ever was