Driving Driving Driving

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 mass 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

I've always identified with the turtles' 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

"kill, kill, kill"

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 and 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 mass 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"