We 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 moundWere 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 died
On your command by your sideGuyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final standIn the cult of the damned, we all worked the land
Too afraid to look up, we all feared his handHurry my children there isn't much time
But we'll meet again on the other sideBe good to the children and old people first
Hand them a drink, they're dying of thirstGuyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand, ohGuyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand, oh, ohBigfoot, 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 a bellGuyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final stand
Guyana in the cult of the damned
Give us your word for the grand final standOh, mother, mother, mother
Songwriters
Joseph DemaioPublished by
INAR MUSIC (*INAR*)