Lyrics

We're all players

Generations of back breaking toil
Thick molasses bound for London
Kith and kin out working the soil
Held to ransom by the gun

Sailing home from a windward shoreline
Set your course for the sinking sun
Feel the riptide send us westward
Cut and run boys run

Taking liberties, taking lives
Bending stories, taking sides
Spare no pain, show no shame
When you're playing the same game (we're all players)

Taking liberties, riding destiny
Hiding history, history in plain sight

Under the clock tower no explanations
Daily toiling the family tale
Tobacco rum to build a nation
Get a little drunk and you end in jail

Break the chain and smash a system
Let the island's people be
Take the strain and drown a statue
No more cane from the wild wild sea