I was on the Wrong Side of History
The Captain said we'll set sail for the Coast of Africa
"Boys we're off to make our Fortune!
The Natives here won't lend a hand
So we'll bring the Bosses
Ones they can Command"
Along the Frontiers, They are bound to Fail
Along the Banks we hear the Women Wail
But we will not put out the Fires of Industry
The Cost is worth the Crime
We can't afford to let them Be
Fifty Nights
And still no End in Sight
No Common Horrors or Cruelty
In the Slavers' Trade
The Storm was Just Retribution
For the Business of the Colonies
The Captives took the ship
And killed Us begging on our Knees...
Along the Frontiers, They are bound to Fail
Along the Banks we hear the Women Wail
But we will not put out the Fires of Industry
The Cost is worth the Crime
We can't afford to let them Free