Pieces of the Past

Lookie here!

Remember, remember the slave island governor

Sugar and spice and rum

Captain Henry Morgan was a very, very bad man

The only pirate they didn't hang

In St. Kitty's Parish it's often been said

That human hair grows from the codfish head

And the captain's still here, though he's long dead

He was a very, very bad man

When should we awake to our danger and our shame?

You get a stick to beat it before the story crawls away

You train your death ray on me, your frozen hands upon me

And pieces of the past are safe to handle at last

You took another tumble, down below they heard a rumble

You gave yourself up for corruption before the next eruption

Slaves and eunuchs singing where the Catherine wheels are spinning

And pieces of the past are safe to handle at last

Tease me, tease me, tease me, you pander and you please me

The message on the bottle beggars all belief in

You know that I'm a rubeen, I'm Captain Morgan's ventriloquist dummy

Pieces of the past are safe to handle at last

The filthy streets of Bristol were paved in blood and gold

The beginning and the end of stories never told

You train your death ray on me, your frozen hands upon me

And pieces of the past are safe to handle at last

Your pieces of the past are safe to handle at last

So raise your glasses and open your throat

Deaf, blind, silent in an open boat

And the creatures of the sea throw themselves upon the land

Back where the old triangle begins

Back where the old triangle begins