Song | At The Birds Foot |
Artist | City and Colour |
Album | Gasoline Rainbows |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
There is a fire, burning in the ocean | |
With death black smoke and devil red flames | |
You can see it, burning from the valley, | |
Oh you can see it from the high planes | |
Well they went drillin' | |
Searching for black gold | |
To add more dollars to their names | |
Then one evening so suddenly and violent, | |
There was an explosion they can’t explain | |
Now the deep water horizon | |
Descends down to deaths door | |
And at the bird’s foot | |
They’ve lost all hope | |
Cause oil is a driftin' | |
For miles and miles | |
Poisoning the Gulf of Mexico | |
But what of the eleven | |
Men at the bottom, | |
Who sank to | |
An underwater grave? | |
And while they were sinking | |
And their lungs filled with oil, | |
They must have been screaming, | |
Screaming to be saved | |
But what of the eleven | |
Men at the bottom, | |
Who sank to | |
An underwater grave? | |
And while they were sinking | |
And their lungs filled with oil, | |
They must have been screaming, | |
Screaming to be saved. |
There is a fire, burning in the ocean | |
With death black smoke and devil red flames | |
You can see it, burning from the valley, | |
Oh you can see it from the high planes | |
Well they went drillin' | |
Searching for black gold | |
To add more dollars to their names | |
Then one evening so suddenly and violent, | |
There was an explosion they can' t explain | |
Now the deep water horizon | |
Descends down to deaths door | |
And at the bird' s foot | |
They' ve lost all hope | |
Cause oil is a driftin' | |
For miles and miles | |
Poisoning the Gulf of Mexico | |
But what of the eleven | |
Men at the bottom, | |
Who sank to | |
An underwater grave? | |
And while they were sinking | |
And their lungs filled with oil, | |
They must have been screaming, | |
Screaming to be saved | |
But what of the eleven | |
Men at the bottom, | |
Who sank to | |
An underwater grave? | |
And while they were sinking | |
And their lungs filled with oil, | |
They must have been screaming, | |
Screaming to be saved. |
There is a fire, burning in the ocean | |
With death black smoke and devil red flames | |
You can see it, burning from the valley, | |
Oh you can see it from the high planes | |
Well they went drillin' | |
Searching for black gold | |
To add more dollars to their names | |
Then one evening so suddenly and violent, | |
There was an explosion they can' t explain | |
Now the deep water horizon | |
Descends down to deaths door | |
And at the bird' s foot | |
They' ve lost all hope | |
Cause oil is a driftin' | |
For miles and miles | |
Poisoning the Gulf of Mexico | |
But what of the eleven | |
Men at the bottom, | |
Who sank to | |
An underwater grave? | |
And while they were sinking | |
And their lungs filled with oil, | |
They must have been screaming, | |
Screaming to be saved | |
But what of the eleven | |
Men at the bottom, | |
Who sank to | |
An underwater grave? | |
And while they were sinking | |
And their lungs filled with oil, | |
They must have been screaming, | |
Screaming to be saved. |