Kimya Dawson - Driving Driving Driving lyrics

I'm not a conspiracy theorist but I read blogs by scientists And I believe they know more than we are being told By the mainstream media sources, want the truth to hold its horses So there isn't ma** hysteria as the sea floor erodes And those in and on the ocean all say, "Hey, what's this commotion?" And try to get away, they are moving in slow motion 'Cause their bodies are so heavy from a substance thick and deadly They say, "I don't want to die, it's all your fault, I wasn't ready" And I'm sorry and I'm scared and sad and mad and unprepared To see the stuff that's in the sea evaporate into the air Where it will gather and form clouds that travel north upon the wind Drop its cool refreshing poison raindrops on our crops and children And maybe it's the end, I always thought the end of man would be Exactly what we need for the earth to stand a chance And I always thought that I'd be fine if this happened in my lifetime Now that I'm a mother, it is really terrifying But I've always identified with the turtle's soft insides Because there are times when I really need to hide But even the strongest, toughest, thickest shell is not designed To survive, to survive, to survive something of this magnitude Because water is fluid and oil is crude And it billows way down deep and it sticks to grains of sand And it floats up on the surface where the birds all try to land And it's ruining the marshes, ecosystems are destroyed And the people all along the gulf coast are now unemployed While the men who cut the corners still scream, "Drill, drill, drill" From their yachts far away and their mansions on the hill And they turn away the cameras and scream, "k**, k**, k**" As they burn endangered sea turtles alive They're burning turtles alive And the seas are all connected and we are all connected And you're living in denial if you think you won't be affected You can't hide behind your flag because water knows no border It'll creep in every crevice, it'll seep in every pore They lie about the damage, the solutions are illusions There's no cover-up big enough to hide this huge a contusion On the face of our mother, yeah, that's right, Mother Earth Is the cost of every living thing what your product is worth? We are all afflicted with an underground addiction Will our desire for convenience be the cause of our extinction? The industry's the master and we are all the slaves And we're driving, driving, driving to our graves, graves, graves The industry's the master, we are all the slaves And we're driving, driving, driving to our graves, graves, graves Graves, graves, graves, graves, graves, graves So we must teach our kids to love themselves And let them live their lives What will they be if they grow up? Whatever they like It's crucial to raise children who won't do what they're told Who will fight for what's right and who can't be bought or sold I want nothing of this business, I'm staying underground I'm gonna ride the railroad and let my guard down We can forage and ride bikes, jump in lakes, go on hikes We can sing and sing for hours and click 'like', 'like', 'like' When somebody posts something good we share and spread the truth It's time to define what success means to you I hope my kid will never be another cog in their machine Trapped inside a box trying to remember her dreams They'll sell us all out for their greed, greed, greed As we cry for the earth while she bleeds, bleeds, bleeds Bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds So hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light Hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light Hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light Hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life And try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light I'm not a conspiracy theorist but I read blogs by scientists And I believe they know more than we are being told By the mainstream media sources, want the truth to hold its horses So there isn't ma** hysteria as the sea floor erodes And those in and on the ocean all say, "Hey, what's this commotion?" And they try to get away but they are moving in slow motion 'Cause their bodies are so heavy from a substance thick and deadly They say, "I don't want to die, it's all your fault, I wasn't ready"