All 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      Darken the horizon   Blackened from the sun   This rotten cage of Bridgetown   Is where I now belong      All 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      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      All 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      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      All 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      All 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