Thank you for the Kool-Aid Reverend Jim
We're glad to leave behind their world of sin
Our lifeless bodies fall on holy ground
Rotting flesh a sacrificial mound
Were you our God or a man in a play who took our applause and forced us to
stay
Now all together we lived as we dead on your command by your side
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand
In the cult of the damned we all worked the land, too afraid to look up
We all feared his hand
Hurry my children
There isn't much time
But we'll meet again on the other side
Be good to the children and old people
First hand them a drink
They're dying of thirst
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand
Bigfoot, bigfoot thrown in a well
Pulled under water
Screaming like hell
He told us life was just a hotel
Time to check out when he rang the bell
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your sword for the grand final stand
Mother, mother.
