More from this album More Lyrics California, we're going home Dark is the horizon Blackened by the sun This rotten cage of Bridgetown Is where I now belong All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados The sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in Tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados The sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in Tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island, yeah I suppose There's nothing like a good song written about a bad bastard, is there
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