The Price of Oil

Aghast, blood has been shed The shedder is a westerner who sleeps in his bed While his minions patrol blindly for fear of retribution But deep in their heart regret their contribution Georgey Pordgey pudding pot Ran some oil and made it rot He tried what he could but still he fail So he turned to the desert to help him bail Now he’s won and things couldn’t be brighter He’s on fire no help from a lighter As he rows his boat and then drops anchor Up the bank there comes a stranger He hops in and starts to speaking They shake hands then end the meeting Stranger leaves and he is all alone So he rows back from hence he come He goes back to la maison blanche Has a meeting to announce a missile launch Against an old friend who is friend no more And 4 years later he’s hung on a cord And he parades as if all is well But the truth not hidden we all can tell As sons and brothers mothers and daughters Have not come back from trips with fathers The nights alone become longer While the price of oil seems to go higher It was all for not for we have accomplished none It is time to leave, I said it and it shall be done.