I was on the Wrong Side of History The Captain said we'll set sail for the Coast of Africa "Boys we're off to make our Fortune! The Natives here won't lend a hand So we'll bring the Bosses Ones they can Command" Along the Frontiers, They are bound to Fail Along the Banks we hear the Women Wail But we will not put out the Fires of Industry The Cost is worth the Crime We can't afford to let them Be Fifty Nights And still no End in Sight No Common Horrors or Cruelty In the Slavers' Trade The Storm was Just Retribution For the Business of the Colonies The Captives took the ship And killed Us begging on our Knees... Along the Frontiers, They are bound to Fail Along the Banks we hear the Women Wail But we will not put out the Fires of Industry The Cost is worth the Crime We can't afford to let them Free