Walked the earth on my hands
Traveled at night and slept in trees
In hammocks arachnids left for me
Worked an oar on a slaveship
Scurried across the mindless sea
Bathed in the rays of the sunlight
Forged in the fire of a volcano
The best men are all still in bondage
The weak get their way, then they'll all die there
Missing our early history
Searching for roots in mystery
Out to look for that ground
Circle the wind and chase the wave
Follow it to the oldest grave
Bathed in the rays of the sunlight
Forged in the fire of a volcano
The best men are all still in bondage
The weak get their way, then they'll all die there
The fire, fire we all set