AND TO **** WE MUST SAIL
FOR THE SHORES OF SWEET BARBADOS
WHERE THE SUGAR CANE GROWS
TALLER
THAN THE GOD WE ONCE BELIEVED IN
TILL THE BUTCHER AND HIS CROWN
RAPED THE LAND WE USED TO SLEEP IN
NOW TOMMORROW CHIMES OF
GHOSTLY CRIMES
THAT HAUNT TOBACCO ISLAND
'TWAS 1659 FORGOTTEN NOW FOR SURE
THEY DRAGGED US FROM OUR
HOMELAND
WITH THE MUSKET AND THEIR GUN
CROMWELL AND HIS ROUNDHEADS
BATTERED ALL WE KNOW
SHACKLED HOPES OF FREEDOM
WE'RE NOW BUT STOLEN GOODS
DARKEN THE HORIZON
BLACKENED FROM THE SUN
THIS ROTTEN CAGE OF BRIDGETOWN
IS WHERE I NOW BELONG
AND TO **** WE MUST SAIL
FOR THE SHORES OF SWEET BARBADOS
WHERE THE SUGAR CANE GROWS
TALLER
THAN THE GOD WE ONCE BELIEVED IN
TILL THE BUTCHER AND HIS CROWN
RAPED THE LAND WE USED TO SLEEP IN
NOW TOMMORROW CHIMES OF
GHOSTLY CRIMES
THAT HAUNT TOBACCO ISLAND
RED LEG DOWN A PEG
BLISTERED BURNS THE SOUL
THE FLOGGINGS THEY'RE A PLENTY
BUT REASONS THERE ARE NONE
OUR BACKS BELONG TO LANDLORDS
WHERE BRANDED IS THEIR NAME
PAID FOR WITH TEN SHILLINGS
CHEAP LABOR NEVER BREAKS
THE SILVER MOON IS SHININ'
COOLS THE COPPER BLOOD
WHERE THE LIVIN' MEET THE DEAD
AND TOGETHER DANCE AS ONE
AND TO **** WE MUST SAIL
FOR THE SHORES OF SWEET BARBADOS
WHERE THE SUGAR CANE GROWS
TALLER
THAN THE GOD WE ONCE BELIEVED IN
TILL THE BUTCHER AND HIS CROWN
RAPED THE LAND WE USED TO SLEEP IN
NOW TOMMORROW CHIMES OF
GHOSTLY CRIMES
THAT HAUNT TOBACCO ISLAND
AGONY WILL YOU CLEANSE THIS
MISERY
FOR IT'S NEVER AGAIN I'LL BREATHE
THE AIR OF HOME
FROM THIS SANDY EDGE
THE ROLLING SEA BREAKS MY REVENGE
WITH EACH WHISPER A THOUSAND
WAVES
I HEAR ROAR
I'M COMING HOME
DARK IS THE HORIZON
BLACKENED BY THE SUN
THIS ROTTEN CAGE OF BRIDGETOWN
IS WHERE I NOW BELONG
AND TO **** WE MUST SAIL
FOR THE SHORES OF SWEET BARBADOS
WHERE THE SUGAR CANE GROWS
TALLER
THAN THE GOD WE ONCE BELIEVED IN
TILL THE BUTCHER AND HIS CROWN
RAPED THE LAND WE USED TO SLEEP IN
NOW TOMMORROW CHIMES OF
GHOSTLY CRIMES
THAT HAUNT TOBACCO ISLAND
AND TO **** WE MUST SAIL
FOR THE SHORES OF SWEET BARBADOS
WHERE THE SUGAR CANE GROWS
TALLER
THAN THE GOD WE ONCE BELIEVED IN
TILL THE BUTCHER AND HIS CROWN
RAPED THE LAND WE USED TO SLEEP IN
NOW TOMMORROW CHIMES OF
GHOSTLY CRIMES
THAT HAUNT TOBACCO ISLAND