| A thousand cultures, stolen ships that came sailing, |
| Sighted from the shoreline, people stood waiting. |
| But armies came invading and raiding to conquer, |
| Understood nothing of a land that stood longer. |
| But might was much stronger than right could ever be, |
| Took away the land planned a new destiny. |
| Butchery and murder, and still I say murder, |
| Butchery and murder, and still I say murder. |
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| Wait! Hold up 'cause Phrase will break the mould. |
| Culture growing stronger, aging, never old. |
| Death accelerating, and I don't want to die. |
| Fish hooked by a ship, Lord, take me where I lie. |
| Gone where the lucky ones, disease or suicide, |
| The pride of survivors to cry for those that died, |
| To resurrect the status and overcome the ploy, |
| No bells or beads to barter for this young black boy. |
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| Ship ahoy. |
| Lord, take me where I lie, don't let my children die. |
| Ship ahoy. |
| Lord, take me where I lie, don't let my children die. |
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| Gone are the days, now the ships cease to sail. |
| I don't think so - what does a wage entail? |
| Nine to five slavery or a twenty four seven? |
| Most slaves tricked by the promise of a heaven. |
| Controlled by the sound of a whip that goes sack, |
| Mind-forged manacles make sure there's no slack. |
| Think you're not a slave, 'cause no whip marks your back? |
| Now a bureaucrat wields the nine tails of the cat. |
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| Ain't nothing changed but the weather; the song remains the same. |
| Hollis comes left set up upon the Lamebrain. |
| You can't tame the beast, the beast can't be changed. |
| Have to smash the system, wisdom rearranged. |
| Slavery claimed to be history's mystery. |
| Wished it could be - it's still part of we. |
| Search and look around - my birthplace is torn, |
| But England has fallen; dusk negates dawn. |
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| Ship ahoy. |
| Lord, take me where I lie, don't let my children die. |
| Ship ahoy. |
| Lord, take me where I lie, don't let my children die. |
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| Ship ahoy, ship ahoy, now they call it perestroika. |
| Mandela's free but still can't stop the slaughter. |
| Now they call it free trade, free choice for all, |
| But the real freedom is ten per cent small. |
| Freedom is a song which the caged bird sings. |
| They keep the key all we see is the keyring. |
| Fooled by the glisten, but the glisten is not gold, |
| And I will not buy the beads that I'm sold. |
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| I stand here stand clear, truth be my witness. |
| How many Hitlers before you see the litmus? |
| Test I won't rest, slave who won't behave, |
| And no I want not the freedom of the slave. |
| If the East wants the beast, let the beast roam. |
| 'Cause in the East the death of the beast was sown. |
| You can fool the people that they're equal, |
| But you won't fool me with a sequel. |
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| Ship ahoy. |
| Lord, take me where I lie, don't let my children die. |
| Ship ahoy. |
| Lord, take me where I lie, don't let my children die. |
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| Don't let my children die. |
| Don't let my children die. |
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| Lord, take me where I lie, don't let my children die. |
| Don't let my children die. |
| Children; |
| Don't let my children die. |
| Children; |
| Don't let my children die. |
| Children. |