To Hell or Barbados
All the gold and soft silked sand
That surrounds this pretty island
Must have seemed like prison walls
Steely-bars
In this playground of the rich
All the yachts and champagne lavished
I still see a lonely child
Watch the stars
Oliver, your evil deeds
Many still condone
You sent me far across the sea
To be owned
To hell or Barbados
To hell or Barbados
To hell on Barbados
We were sent
It's a heaven on this earth
A creator's work of art
And the sun sets o'er the sea
So divine
And a whiplash licks my heels
How my scorched skin bursts and peels
No my people were not made
For these burning fields
Oliver, your evil deeds
Many still condone
But your crime of slavery
Goes unknown
Good men like old Wilberforce
They came far too late
Far too late to save us
From the fate
Of hell or Barbados
Of hell or Barbados
To hell or Barbados
We went
To hell or Barbados
To hell or Barbados
To hell on Barbados
We were sent
Hold on
No, no, no, no, no
Don't ever let go of my hand
But they prised us apart
Ran a sword through my heart
Sent us on our way
Hold on
No, no, no, no, no
Don't ever let go of my hand
But they prised us apart
Ran a sword through my heart
Sent us on our way
Hold on
No, no, no, no, no
Don't ever let go of my hand
But they prised us apart
Ran a sword through my heart
Sent me on my way
To hell or Barbados
To hell or Barbados
To hell on Barbados
We went
To hell or Barbados
To hell on Barbados
To hell on Barbados
We went
That surrounds this pretty island
Must have seemed like prison walls
Steely-bars
In this playground of the rich
All the yachts and champagne lavished
I still see a lonely child
Watch the stars
Oliver, your evil deeds
Many still condone
You sent me far across the sea
To be owned
To hell or Barbados
To hell or Barbados
To hell on Barbados
We were sent
It's a heaven on this earth
A creator's work of art
And the sun sets o'er the sea
So divine
And a whiplash licks my heels
How my scorched skin bursts and peels
No my people were not made
For these burning fields
Oliver, your evil deeds
Many still condone
But your crime of slavery
Goes unknown
Good men like old Wilberforce
They came far too late
Far too late to save us
From the fate
Of hell or Barbados
Of hell or Barbados
To hell or Barbados
We went
To hell or Barbados
To hell or Barbados
To hell on Barbados
We were sent
Hold on
No, no, no, no, no
Don't ever let go of my hand
But they prised us apart
Ran a sword through my heart
Sent us on our way
Hold on
No, no, no, no, no
Don't ever let go of my hand
But they prised us apart
Ran a sword through my heart
Sent us on our way
Hold on
No, no, no, no, no
Don't ever let go of my hand
But they prised us apart
Ran a sword through my heart
Sent me on my way
To hell or Barbados
To hell or Barbados
To hell on Barbados
We went
To hell or Barbados
To hell on Barbados
To hell on Barbados
We went
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Writer(s): Damien Dempsey
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