MC Paul Barman - Oil lyrics
[MC Paul Barman - Oil lyrics]
Control ChloroFluoroCarbons or
Ignore tomorrow's problems and the
Rich will join the poor or starvin'
Whether you toil in the soil or
You're royal's the same thing
''I love this crowd! Is this
An audience or oil painting?''
Grief has four sections: Denial, Anger
Depression and Acceptance
Science Guise'll diagnose we're headed
For the second
So chew on that and masticate
Procrastinate makes what should go first
Go last and wait
Whether oil peaks in 1960 or 2040
Is weeks by cosmic standards
Autos transferred from horses and'll go
Back when oil depletes
Antiques are scared stiff ''The edge of a
Plateau looks a lot like a cliff''
Hindsight's 20 20 finite can be many
It took a century to drain the
Oil but there's other fossil fuels
CH4 has the smallest molecules
Act now and change is still possible!
OPEC holds back, it is viewed
For kopeks So next Iraq got
Jacked for it's crude
150 billion barrels arab
Apparel's a 'kaffiyeh, ' not a 'towel'
After 1, 2, or 3 wars
Oil will still be a nonrenewable resource
Now we pay for our follies
Car corporations shut down hemp and trollies
It's a fix
Both politics and getting out jollies
Who predicts the new immigration
When sky inflicts fire, hurricane
Desertification
Famine, and flood, islands go glug
And malaria spreads to new areas from bugs?
Invest in cancer drugs
We survive guided by stars
Not enough, we drive hybrid cars
Respect arrives for this hide of ours
When we're back on the range
The laws of attraction'll change
Shaved arm, waxed back, is bad for survival
A strong women'll keep you alive a lot longer
Leave behind what's too heavy: tv, torah
Or a bible tribes'll form from one-self
Too late for remorse that Natives
Can no longer help
And no resources for photovoltaic cells
All things go in a circle we work
All day to pay what you burgle
Yesterday is history
Twist a tree and listen to Mr b!
New York is the shit give me an orchestra hit
The Big Apple roasts in the mouth
Of the pork on the spit
Ignore tomorrow's problems and the
Rich will join the poor or starvin'
Whether you toil in the soil or
You're royal's the same thing
''I love this crowd! Is this
An audience or oil painting?''
Grief has four sections: Denial, Anger
Depression and Acceptance
Science Guise'll diagnose we're headed
For the second
So chew on that and masticate
Procrastinate makes what should go first
Go last and wait
Whether oil peaks in 1960 or 2040
Is weeks by cosmic standards
Autos transferred from horses and'll go
Back when oil depletes
Antiques are scared stiff ''The edge of a
Plateau looks a lot like a cliff''
Hindsight's 20 20 finite can be many
It took a century to drain the
Oil but there's other fossil fuels
CH4 has the smallest molecules
Act now and change is still possible!
OPEC holds back, it is viewed
For kopeks So next Iraq got
Jacked for it's crude
150 billion barrels arab
Apparel's a 'kaffiyeh, ' not a 'towel'
After 1, 2, or 3 wars
Oil will still be a nonrenewable resource
Now we pay for our follies
Car corporations shut down hemp and trollies
It's a fix
Both politics and getting out jollies
Who predicts the new immigration
When sky inflicts fire, hurricane
Desertification
Famine, and flood, islands go glug
And malaria spreads to new areas from bugs?
Invest in cancer drugs
We survive guided by stars
Not enough, we drive hybrid cars
Respect arrives for this hide of ours
When we're back on the range
The laws of attraction'll change
Shaved arm, waxed back, is bad for survival
A strong women'll keep you alive a lot longer
Leave behind what's too heavy: tv, torah
Or a bible tribes'll form from one-self
Too late for remorse that Natives
Can no longer help
And no resources for photovoltaic cells
All things go in a circle we work
All day to pay what you burgle
Yesterday is history
Twist a tree and listen to Mr b!
New York is the shit give me an orchestra hit
The Big Apple roasts in the mouth
Of the pork on the spit