Tobacco Island Lyrics

Song	Tobacco Island
Artist	Flogging Molly
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	作曲 : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ...
	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
	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 knew
	Shackled hopes of freedom, we're naught but stolen goods
	Dark is 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
	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 shining
	Cools the copper blood
	Where the living 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
	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
	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
	The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
	Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island

	zuo qu : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ...
	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
	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 knew
	Shackled hopes of freedom, we' re naught but stolen goods
	Dark is 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
	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 shining
	Cools the copper blood
	Where the living 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
	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
	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
	The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
	Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island

	zuò qǔ : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ...
	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
	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 knew
	Shackled hopes of freedom, we' re naught but stolen goods
	Dark is 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
	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 shining
	Cools the copper blood
	Where the living 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
	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
	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
	The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
	Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island

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