The Fountain

The well of wealth attraction The beginning of our destruction The source of wealth turned source of death Yet daily we grow deeper into debt On our soil, they shed their blood in the name of interest How and what feel is none of their interest Our leaders they will not allow to res It is either you grant their interest Or become an enemy of the West Those that called their bluff are called terrorists Their blood they use to paint our streets Millions of barrels they daily pull away In return giving us money for sweet What sin did we sin? We are simply in possession of the fountain.