The Lord Is a White Con
When the white man went to Africa
With a briefcase in his hand
Pristine Bible held in other
Whilst the black man held the land
Now the black man holds the Bible
And turns to see his land has gone
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
Who carved up the continent
Like in operating room
Friar Barroso, Reverend Helm
And Livingstone, I presume
Fire and brimstone in their soul
And buckshot in their belt
The good book or the bullet
That's the hand the white man dealt
In East Africa they called you 'boy'
In the West just plain 'garçon'
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
When the Scotsman went to Caribbean
With his lectern on the boat
He stepped ashore and took the young men
Tightly by the throat
Any man who sleeps with man
To Hades they'll be gone
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
And as they taught them every single verse
To old Amazing Grace
Bedding Bounty Killer and Buju Banton
Perfectly in place
Fire and brimstone in their soul
And buckshot in their belt
The good book or the bullet
That's the hand the white man dealt
In East Africa they called you 'boy'
In the West just plain 'garçon'
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
When the white folk started singing
They only did in solemn prayer
Not til 'Pops' and Mavis
Did the spirit take them there
Now the gospel singer she plays the clubs
And the soul man cleans the john
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
Blind Boy Fuller, Howling Wolf
And all the blues men gone
All we've got to show for it
Is Joss Stone at No.1
Fire and brimstone in their soul
And buckshot in their belt
The good book or the bullet
That's the hand the white man dealt
In East Africa they called you 'boy'
In the West just plain 'garçon'
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
When the white man started singing
He put finger straight in ear
He wouldn't play a song or style
That might risk his career
Previously a slave would trade
His freedom for the chance
To get off boat and for the white man
Do a song or dance
Now the whole world's screaming R'n'B
But it's whiter than a swan
And finally you realise
The Lord's a blue-eyed con
Old Jim Crow, the Minstrel Show
The whole of history
You think you'll make it up to them
With a touch of Harper Lee
Fire and brimstone in their soul
And buckshot in their belt
The good book or the bullet
That's the hand the white man dealt
In East Africa they called you 'boy'
In the West just plain 'garçon'
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
With a briefcase in his hand
Pristine Bible held in other
Whilst the black man held the land
Now the black man holds the Bible
And turns to see his land has gone
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
Who carved up the continent
Like in operating room
Friar Barroso, Reverend Helm
And Livingstone, I presume
Fire and brimstone in their soul
And buckshot in their belt
The good book or the bullet
That's the hand the white man dealt
In East Africa they called you 'boy'
In the West just plain 'garçon'
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
When the Scotsman went to Caribbean
With his lectern on the boat
He stepped ashore and took the young men
Tightly by the throat
Any man who sleeps with man
To Hades they'll be gone
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
And as they taught them every single verse
To old Amazing Grace
Bedding Bounty Killer and Buju Banton
Perfectly in place
Fire and brimstone in their soul
And buckshot in their belt
The good book or the bullet
That's the hand the white man dealt
In East Africa they called you 'boy'
In the West just plain 'garçon'
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
When the white folk started singing
They only did in solemn prayer
Not til 'Pops' and Mavis
Did the spirit take them there
Now the gospel singer she plays the clubs
And the soul man cleans the john
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
Blind Boy Fuller, Howling Wolf
And all the blues men gone
All we've got to show for it
Is Joss Stone at No.1
Fire and brimstone in their soul
And buckshot in their belt
The good book or the bullet
That's the hand the white man dealt
In East Africa they called you 'boy'
In the West just plain 'garçon'
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
When the white man started singing
He put finger straight in ear
He wouldn't play a song or style
That might risk his career
Previously a slave would trade
His freedom for the chance
To get off boat and for the white man
Do a song or dance
Now the whole world's screaming R'n'B
But it's whiter than a swan
And finally you realise
The Lord's a blue-eyed con
Old Jim Crow, the Minstrel Show
The whole of history
You think you'll make it up to them
With a touch of Harper Lee
Fire and brimstone in their soul
And buckshot in their belt
The good book or the bullet
That's the hand the white man dealt
In East Africa they called you 'boy'
In the West just plain 'garçon'
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
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Writer(s): Paul David Heaton
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