Hey BP, don’t you spill on me

Hey BP, don't you spill on me
Your tunnel vision is now a catastrophe.

Birds covered in oil
They can't fly no more
They can't breathe no more
They can't live no more

Our sea life has become a burial ground
Your business has cornered the market
Not just the fuel in our gas tanks

But the medicine we swallow
From a cup made of plastic

Petroleum has monopolized our lives
Made us dependent on a resource
We all knew was coming to an end

So, what's next?
Nuclear!!!
What about the waste?

Ask my friend Al
Who was a nuclear engineer
If he thinks nuclear waste
Is something for the human race

So, the President says to pray
You know, I believe in verticality
It's the first sensible thing
Anyone has said

Who has the answers?
Certainly a power bigger than all of us

I say, bow down to Mother Nature
Be humble to Father Sky

Ask for Higher Wisdom to guide us
The Truth will show us the Way