Reflection Eternal - Ballad of the Black Gold lyrics

This is the ballad of the black gold
They call it Texas tea
But, it's bigger than a cowboy with a lasso
It's deeper than a black hole
Create monopolies
Except they collect your fee when you pass Go
Crisis international the government de facto
We got no control of this fiasco
Darker than the back roads
Bubble hotter than Tabasco
More than what you bargained for or asked for

You never see happy
Hungry people - that ain't rational
They blasting through the gates and they
Attack you at the capital
Run up in your palace
Find the heads of the state and crack a few
Get a taste of power
Then they become fascists too
The fiscal conservatives
Don't know what they purpose is
Spend money on the war
Then they cut your goods and services
Murderous, corporate monsters is
Breaking records
Exxon is at 40 billion a year
They raking in record profit's stop it!
How they banking while the
Auto industry is tanking?
Leadership is sinking oil pollution
In the water stanking
Loyalty to petroleum royalties
Spoil the economy
We won't get it poppin' till we oil-free
If you're oil-rich then we invadin'
They call it "occupation
" but we losing jobs across the nation
Drill, baby, drill, while they
Make our soldiers kill, baby still
The desert where the blood and oil spill

Nigeria is celebrating 50
Years of independence
They still feel the colonial effects
Of Great Britain's presence
Dictators quick to imitate the West
Got in bed with oil companies and
Now the place is a mess
Take a guess, which ones came and violated
They oiled up the soil
The Ogoni people was almost annihilated
But still they never stayed silent
They was activists and poets
Using non-violent tactics
That was catalyst for soldiers to
Break into they crib
Take 'em from the kids and try
To break 'em like a twig
And make examples of the
Leaders executed Saro Wiwa
Threw Fela's mom out the window
Right after they beat her
In an effort to defeat hope now
The people's feet soaked in oil
So the youth is doing
Drive-bys in speed boats
They kidnap the workers
They blowing up the pipelines
You see the fires glowing in the nighttime

History: a slippery creature
It's full of plot twists and surprise
Endings like a mystery feature
This oil shit is slicker than preachers
It make the problems in the
Region amplified like victory speeches
Poison the water
Lead the boys to the slaughter
Go in somebody' country
Rearrange the order and destroy the borders
You see 'em dancing through
The fields of fire
World domination their real desire
The devil is still a liar