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       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       Mother, Mother