Big Oil Must Fucking Die Lyrics

Peeking over the horizon

Saturday night's overzealous kaisen

Work, is work it's not working

This economic bone cannot simply be spliced in

Seeking entitlement

Selling selling to the broke and sick

A traffic jam being lectured on flight paths

Feeling tired of it

Tired

Tired

Our human eye can differentiate more shades of green than anything

How many concrete slabs and drywall jabs can we take?

Who's in control of the grand and bland quicksand design?

Sinking at the fault of cut costs for the brands that must fucking die

Everything that we have been through so far yet

Who the fuck are you to tell me how to live?

Too many are preaching standing hypocrites

Too many are preaching waving hypocrites!

This political toy you are

A metronomic stat

Interpreted by intrepid sorts

Sorted to the restless rats

War wagered over trivialities

Language not actions, outrage manufactured

Oh! Human. We are the same

Same boot on our necks, same guns to our brains

Love your rage and you can love your self

(Every, day, getting up)

I can, see, tiny bits, clearer

Don't you, know, it is worth

Fighting for your future?

Say it straight

Those cowards names

Killing Earth

Big oil

OPEC

Fucking die

Koch Industries

All state-owned

Tax these fucks

Wilks Masonry

C-NPC

Seven Sisters

Gazprom's guns

Petrobras

NIOC

Petronas

P-DVSA

Aramco

Big Oil

Must fucking die

So we can live

Die