Oil from Departure by Tim`s Myth

Oil

Hello Georgie pooh
You are drilling through
My homeland to get your fat oil
Your friends all greased you up
Packed your bags with bucks
You’ve been working
On the wrong toil baby

With some love
All your secrets dissipate
With no love
To your soul
You’ll dislocate

Sinister Minister
Cretin linear
You’ve been primed
By the wrong tribe
You puppet in the dust
Nailed down by the rust
You’ve been riding out
A silent bribe baby

Storm the wretched
Start a revolution
Steer the wreckage
From the politician
Roll the canon up
Light it on the hill
Run the bastards out
Let him know
How it feels

Like the Roman Empire fell

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