[bad word] 
  All to [bad word] 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 tommorow 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
  
  [bad word] 
  
  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 there 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
  
  [bad word] 
  
  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
  [bad word] home
  
  Dark is the horizon
  Blackened by the sun
  This rotten cage of Bridgetown
  Is where I now belong
  
  [bad word]