Matt
03-05-2004, 01:12 PM
Certain recent events lead me to writing this song...
Bleed
Verse1:
Drill bits and blasting pits,
Metallic mole, drill the hole, through your soul.
Pipelines of blood tear apart the landscape,
For those in their path there is no escape.
Tycoons and snakes hide in holes,
Penthouse suites from liquid gold,
They slither through and then are gone,
Through the ground our lives are built on!
Chorus:
So cut the wrists with cold, dead steel,
Collecting oil from scars that won't heal.
If we don't have our Merc's we won't survive...
So bleed the mother****er dry!
Verse2:
Excess usage just pollutes us,
Spawn spare parts, fill the car, drown your heart.
CEO's only care about one type of green,
Content if their wallet's thick and car is clean.
The more barrels that they can shift,
The bigger the government's 'gift',
Liberating liquid from the state of Iraq,
Now our flag's stained with thick black!
Chorus:
So cut the wrists with cold, dead steel,
Collecting oil from scars that won't heal.
If we don't have our Merc's we won't survive...
So bleed the mother****er dry!
Bridge:
The legend of the burning (eyed) Bush,
Slaves get back in line or be crushed,
CEO PD to protect and serve,
Oil wells from nature reserves!
Chorus:
So cut the wrists with cold, dead steel,
Collecting oil from scars that won't heal.
If we don't have our Merc's we won't survive...
So bleed the mother****er dry!
Bleed
Verse1:
Drill bits and blasting pits,
Metallic mole, drill the hole, through your soul.
Pipelines of blood tear apart the landscape,
For those in their path there is no escape.
Tycoons and snakes hide in holes,
Penthouse suites from liquid gold,
They slither through and then are gone,
Through the ground our lives are built on!
Chorus:
So cut the wrists with cold, dead steel,
Collecting oil from scars that won't heal.
If we don't have our Merc's we won't survive...
So bleed the mother****er dry!
Verse2:
Excess usage just pollutes us,
Spawn spare parts, fill the car, drown your heart.
CEO's only care about one type of green,
Content if their wallet's thick and car is clean.
The more barrels that they can shift,
The bigger the government's 'gift',
Liberating liquid from the state of Iraq,
Now our flag's stained with thick black!
Chorus:
So cut the wrists with cold, dead steel,
Collecting oil from scars that won't heal.
If we don't have our Merc's we won't survive...
So bleed the mother****er dry!
Bridge:
The legend of the burning (eyed) Bush,
Slaves get back in line or be crushed,
CEO PD to protect and serve,
Oil wells from nature reserves!
Chorus:
So cut the wrists with cold, dead steel,
Collecting oil from scars that won't heal.
If we don't have our Merc's we won't survive...
So bleed the mother****er dry!