Lyrics

Well, 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 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 Bigfoot, bigfoot, thrown in a well Pulled underwater, 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 word for the grand final stand (Guyana) in the cult of the damned Give us your word for the grand final stand Mother Mother Mother
Writer(s): Joey Demaio Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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