When the white man went to Africa

A briefcase in his hand

A pristine Bible held another

As 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

Who carved out the continent

Like an operating room?

Fragile rose of Reverend Ham

A living stone I presume

Fire and brimstone in their soul

And buckshot in their belt

The good book caught a 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 Scotsman went to Caribbean

With a slick tongue on the boat

He stepped ashore and took a young man

Tightly by the throat

Any man who slips we mind to Hades

They'll be gone

And you realise the Lord

The Lord is a white con

And as he taught them every single verse

To old Amazing Grace

Betting ′bout to kill them

Bouju bent him perfectly in place

Fire and brimstone in their soul

And buckshot in their belt

The good book caught a 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 folk started singing

They only did in solemn prayer

And not till Pops and Mavis did

The spirit take them there

Now the gospel singer, she plays the clubs

And the soul man cleans the john

And you realise the Lord

The Lord is a white con

Blind Boy Fuller, Howlin' Wolf

And all the blues men gone

All we′ve got to show for it

Is dry stone at number one

Fire and brimstone in their soul

And buckshot in their belt

The good book caught a 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 started singing

He put fingers straight in the air

He wouldn't play a song or style

That might risk his career

Previously a slave would trade

His freedom for the chance

To get off board and follow white man

To a song or dance

Now the whole world′s screaming R&B

And it's whiter than a swan

And finally you realise

The Lord′s a blue-eyed con

All Jim Crow, the minstrel show

The whole of history

You think you'll make it up to them

With a touch of Harper Lee

Fire and brimstone in their soul

And buckshot in their belt

The good book caught a 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