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 ourApplause 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 afraidTo look up
  We all feared his handHurry my childrenThere isn't much timeBut we'll meet again on the other sideBe good to the children and old peopleFirst hand them a drinkThey'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.