Fighting In The Dancehall Lyrics
Goldblade Fighting In The Dancehall
Victorian Turrets of wealth and empire greed
Paid by the sweat of trade and colonial grief
A mediaeval curse stains this land
The middle ages never seem to end
Caravaggio cursed lesser men
Drew his sword and murdered some of them
Revenge is a dish best served cold
An artist lives life with his own rules
Fighting in the dancehall, f..cking in the streets
Paid by the sweat of trade and colonial grief
A mediaeval curse stains this land
The middle ages never seem to end
Caravaggio cursed lesser men
Drew his sword and murdered some of them
Revenge is a dish best served cold
An artist lives life with his own rules
Fighting in the dancehall, f..cking in the streets
