Too Wrong - For 'Dire Straits'

Oh Father Please help us For we have done wrong That day in Bole When we let stones fly The dead guinea fowl We roasted & ate On the way to Kananto the cripple we mocked We won’t let up Till he had cried On the street in Bolga We caught a thief We lashed & slashed Till he was dead Oh Father Won’t you help us We have done wrong What of the day Bright and sunny On a beach in Saltpond The drowned we didn’t help And as for you Our foe Kookoko We can hear your cry In our torture chamber Your sister gave us Diamonds But we still took your life Oh Father Please help us For we have done wrong