We're comin' in our big ships Big guns blazin' bibles in our hands Comin' from a cold place To lead those natives by the hand Back to back to back to back to Back to the promised land Now this is called fire This is called brimstone Do you understand
Chorus So bring me your coconuts Bring me your sweet mango too Bring me your papaya And I'll tell you what I'll bring for you Syphilis & religion That's what we are handin' out Syphilis & religion Two things you could Probably do without
Now get your little donkeys Pack'em with straw and mud and water Build me a church right here Build me a whorehouse and Bring me your daughter She could do with some extra tuition Later on behind the mission Fanned by the cool night breeze I'll spread the word and the std's
Chorus (two things the world could do without)
Now I'm talkin' to my man upstairs He talks through me My burden he shares He says go unto the islands boy Spread my word ann my gospel there Teach those little savages The one and only truth there is Go out and build me one nation Beach front property prime location
ChorusTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
