The official audio for 'Settlers Blues' by Primal Scream.

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Lyrics:
They came in ones and twos at first 
Then whole families until it got much worse 
In hundreds and thousands in ships they arrived 
To claim our land as their rightful prize 
 
A Government in a land far away 
Decided to gift our land one day 
To an alien race with a different faith 
Of the land where our fathers lived and prayed 
 
The stream turned into a torrent, a storm 
And with those ships came bullets and guns 
And the fight for the land hurt everyone  
As the towns and the cities and the villages burned 
 
They torched our houses, shelled our towns 
Poisoned our wells, cut the olive trees down 
Exiled us in our own land  
Cast out like lepers in the desert sands 
 
All for profit, all for gain 
Colonial pawns in the Imperial game 
Killed our husbands 
Imprisoned our sons 
Put us in ghettoes when they left their own 
 
We lost our country by deceit 
By European law decrees 
In the League of Nations our fate was sealed 
By British law and British steel 
 
In the rebel year of ‘45 
The Jacobites once more did rise 
At Culloden field the dream was crushed 
As the Red Coats covered it in Highland blood 
  
There were crofts on fire across the glens 
Put to the sword by Cumberland’s men 
And the lowland mercenary Scots  
Who raped and plundered for their English Lords 
 
For English gold , the auld Clan chiefs 
Drove the Gaels off the land  
There was more profit in sheep 
To America’s shores an exiled race 
Sailed in thousands to escape 
 
Oooh  oooooh the women are crying 
Ooooh ooooh where are our men? 
Ooooh ooooh it’s happening somewhere  
Again... again… 
 
The planters arrived with Cromwell’s purge 
We paid in land, we paid in blood 
Saw us as beasts, to be tamed 
Banned our language, cursed our faith 
 
They took the crops from Irish farms 
To feed the people of England 
We emigrated or we starved 
In the Black ’47, the Great Hunger 
 
Colonial Master, cracking his whip 
With his cannon & armour  
And great battleships  
A Bible in one hand, in another a sword 
Killing in the name of his vengeful God  
 
When the conquered become the conquerors  
A murderous diaspora 
They’ll stab and shoot and persecute 
The boot now on the other foot 
  
The right to return is our dream 
To our home that was stolen 
It remains to be seen 
As they build more walls 
And they steal more land  
We’re prisoners still, in our own land 
  
Keep your hand on the plough 
And your eyes on the stars 
Connolly’s vision may yet come to pass 
That humanities gulf will one day fuse 
And we’ll rid ourselves of the settlers blues 
  
Hope grows large in the hearts of the brave 
Who’s land has been plundered 
And people enslaved 
That humanities gulf  
Will one day fuse and we’ll free ourselves of the settlers blues 
 
Ooooh ooooh the women are crying 
Oooooh ooooh where are the men? 
Oooooh Ooooh it’s happening somewhere 
Again… again... 

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