At The Bird's Foot
There is a fire, burning in the oceanWith death black smoke and devil red flamesYou can see it, burning from the valley,Oh you can see it from the high planes
Well they went drillin'Searching for black goldTo add more dollars to their namesThen one evening so suddenly and violent,There was an explosion they can’t explain
Now the deep water horizonDescends down to deaths doorAnd at the bird’s footThey’ve lost all hopeCause oil is a driftin'For miles and milesPoisoning the Gulf of Mexico
But what of the elevenMen at the bottom,Who sank toAn underwater grave?And while they were sinkingAnd their lungs filled with oil,They must have been screaming,Screaming to be saved
But what of the elevenMen at the bottom,Who sank toAn underwater grave?And while they were sinkingAnd their lungs filled with oil,They must have been screaming,Screaming to be saved.