Lyrics:
Guns death and noise Sand oil and blood
Frontiers drawn on paper No consideration made for
The poor creature who is living By the grace of God just
my eye
The sand and blood in my eye
The sand and blood in my eye
Don't think we can hold out any longer
I died for American Oil
I died for
Canada is good, I know
That's what they taught us in school
Forget about the atmosphere
I live where the Tar Sands rule
Ethical oil, ethical oil
s-s-s-steam heat,
I got (clang) (clang) s-s-s-steam heat,
But I need your love to keep away the cold,
They told me to shovel more coal in the boiler,
They told me to shovel more coal in the boiler,
But that don't do no good,
They told me to pour some more oil in the burner,
They told me to pour
These rough old hands are a-glued to the wheel
My eyes full of sand from the way they feel
And the lights comin' over the hi-ill are a-blindin' me
I know we used to advertise – about our long white beaches
Well, there’s been some changes, friend – we’ve added some new features
The sands are
aint even my final form Kapesh boy
Kinetic Eye hot like popcorn in Grease boy I mean oil
I'm my Own grammer police boy
The soul keeper nigga my soul
boots and fresh-pressed suit
I desert the oasis absconding with soil
three days oil no map a gas mask and a single match
I descend through sand drift into
blew away
Now the oil's gone
And the money's gone
All the jobs are gone
Still we're hangin' on
Down in dry county
They're swimming in the sand
just crazy about sand.
Look at the people having fun on the beach.
Shovels in their hands and pails within reach.
Building a castle is never a hassle.
on The opposing side, continuing
To wander diagonal, counterfeit olive oil trailed at her side
Nets trawling the Arabian Sea, starless night, smell of burning
to shovel more coal in the boiler
They told me to shovel more coal in the boiler
But that don't do no good
They told me to pour some more oil in
Shipwreck
Debris of my strength
Scattered
Sprawled on land with broken limbs
I shovel sand
My stomach groans for nourishment
To cure
skin
They dug through dirt and oil, with a Texas grin (yeah, yeah)
Black gold fever, spreadin' like a wildfire roar
The oil rigs pumpin', Texas wantin'
a track
I can pick and shovel too, Lord, Lord
I can pick and shovel too
I can pick and shovel too, Lord, Lord
I can pick and shovel too
Well the captain
can lay a track
I can pick and shovel too, Lord, Lord
I can pick and shovel too
I can pick and shovel too, Lord, Lord
I can pick and shovel too
said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
3rd coast
Gain green, sand storm, overload
Oil money, traffic season, trapping still, lost control
Gain it all, free man, hold me down, 10 toes
Copy
and shovel too, ain't no machine can
That's been proved to you"
There was a big crowd of mourners at the church house
The section hands laid him in the sand
to lay a track learn to pick and shovel too
And take that hammer, It'll do anything you tell it to."
John Henry's mammy had about a dozen babies
John
The sight is impressive
On my sweet playground
My shovel is strong
My swings are cruel
Dig a little deeper
In that big sand pool
(Ya ya ya)
See saw see
Oil in the water oil in the sand
Oil in the marshes rolling up on dry land
Oil in our veins in every breath we take
Don’t want to go back but we got
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