Off to hell 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 tomorrow 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
Dark is the horizon, blackened by the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown is where I now belong
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
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