A million gallons of guilt
Stemming from a heart of Macondo
Poison in the blood and silt
Are so far beyond what lies below
And as the black tar fouls the beaches of our conscience
Thousand mile wide of Deepwater Horizon
The wave of turbidity crashes the shoreline of our tolerance
Drifting into immunity
Houston, I think I have a problem
Macondo
Macondo
Macondo
Macondo
As hours turn into days
And then seep into nightmares
Fins and feathers slowly make their way
Through the loyal oiled waters
Liars
Excuses and royalties going down every second
As finger-pointing friends downplay their responsibilities
Hoping for dividends
The wave of turbidity crashes the shoreline of our tolerance
Drifting into immunity
Houston, I think I have a problem
Macondo
Macondo
Macondo
Macondo
Save me from this madness
This oil-covered sadness
Macondo
Macondo
Macondo
Macondo
Macondo
Macondo
Macondo
Macondo