The Lord Is a White Con Paul Heaton + Jacqui Abbott
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[Verse 1]
When the white man went to Africa
With briefcase in his hand
Pristine Bible held in other
Whilst black man held the land
Now the black man holds the Bible
And turns to see his land is gone
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Who carved up the continent
Like an operating room?
Friar Barroso, Reverend Helm
And Livingstone, I presume
[Chorus]
Fire and brimstone in their soul
And buckshot in their belt
The good book or the bullet
That's the hand the white man dealt
In East Africa, they called you 'boy'
In the West, just plain 'garçon'
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
When the white man went to Africa
With briefcase in his hand
Pristine Bible held in other
Whilst black man held the land
Now the black man holds the Bible
And turns to see his land is gone
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Who carved up the continent
Like an operating room?
Friar Barroso, Reverend Helm
And Livingstone, I presume
[Chorus]
Fire and brimstone in their soul
And buckshot in their belt
The good book or the bullet
That's the hand the white man dealt
In East Africa, they called you 'boy'
In the West, just plain 'garçon'
And you realise the Lord
The Lord is a white con
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