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 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 died   On your command by your side      Guyana 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      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 word for the grand final stand   Guyana in the cult of the damned   Give us your word for the grand final stand, oh      Guyana 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, oh      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 a bell      Guyana 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, mother, mother, mother