Blood On The Soil

Blood On The Soil

There's war over oil
consumers will pay
with time, sweat and toil
at work everyday.

The prices, they boil
for gold that is black,
there's blood on the soil
in the land of Iraq.

Now who gets the most
from oil in the end,
and who raised a toast
to his good Saudi friend.

Do tanks have cupholders,
who will be billed?
And how many soldiers
will be sent off and killed?

Hard times, they're comin'
and things will get mean,
they've got us all hummin'
and chanting more green.

There's those that would pale
if secrets got out
but no one sees jail
with Swiss bank accounts.

So our future looks bleak
and so does our pay,
so a rich oil sheik
can have it his way!