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FLOGGING MOLLY lyrics : "Tobacco"

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
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 wit' their musket and their gun
Cromwell and his roundheads battered all we knew
Shackled hopes of freedom; we're now but stolen goods

Dark is the horizon, blackened from the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown is where I now belong


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
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in

Now tomorrow 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 thier 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


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
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in

Now tomorrow 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


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
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in

Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island (x2)

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