Caribbean Winter

A Caribbean winter for their gain

Conquistadore bringing all the pain

Marching on the beat, a circle of vultures

The offer's freedom, whitewashed culture

Our kids won't be able to play again

We believed every word that was said

Yeah, uh

Strangers forced themselves late in the night

Soiled blankets, they couldn't put up a fight

Gold mines as prisons, a circle of vultures

The offer's freedom, whitewashed culture

Our kids won't be able to play again

We believed every word that was said

Feed them lies, feed them lies, there'll be no compromise

Just dead air diaries in the silence of the night

Our kids won't be able to play again

We believed every word that was said

Feed them lies, feed them lies, there'll be no compromise

Just dead air diaries in the silence of the night