every day when the alarm sings
every day when they go to work
every day they poison the earth
every day they poison themselves
toward zero deaths
reads the sign
that overlooks
the corridor
a hellish scene
can they ignore
the destruction they cause?
they've sold themselves so short
there's more than dirt and grime
there's more blood on their hands than money can clean
a million tiny deaths
and I know they can feel it as they ruin the earth
and when the water is poisoned
I hope they thirst
These decadent few
aren't powerless
they ooze cowardice
they build fortunes
on these millions of deaths
as clean water flows
from native lands
toward zero deaths
they're not throwing you a bone
they're throwing you an axe
to lop off your own hands
for a little cash
and when the oil's gone
chevron is too
you can stop this now