Guyana

We thank you for the cool 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