There´s a river running sweat right through our land
Driven by a man with a bullwhip in his hand And I´ve taken just as much as I can stand Oh we´ve got to free our brothers from their shackles if we can
Most nights I have to watch my woman cry Every day I watch the colonel smile His painted ladies riding in from town I swear one day I´m gonna burn that whore house to the ground
Slave, slave To fight the violence we must be brave Hold on strong to the love God gave Slave
There´s a rumour of a war that´s yet to come That may free our families and our sons
It may lay green lands to barren wastes The price of release is a bitter blow to face