Big Oil treading water in the Gulf of Mexico
Meanwhile city slickers play golf and let it go
Dark money fills our pockets with the ashes of what could have been
In the shadows wars are waged between the forces of grace & sin
Dirt drives our endless lives
And we gather up new grapes of wrath
We slide down under filthy water
To wash in one great hospital bath
How many miles must we march before we start to learn?
How many hours of ancient sunlight do we have to burn?