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Roy John Wheelock
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the gulf of mexico oil spill
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THE GREAT GULF OIL SPILL by Roy John Wheelock
On April twenty a deep water well hit Horizon
she blew up with eleven of her men
one hundred fifteen survivors kissed the shoreline
God bless their souls, Amen.
REFRAIN
they never stood a chance when that big rig exploded
never stood a chance as their lives imploded
never stood a chance while the bosses emoted
not a chance , not a chance, not a chance
CHORUS
NOW WE GOT OURSELVES A HOLE IN THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN
WE GOT OURSELVES A MIGHTY BIG MUCKING MESS
WELL WE GOT OURSELVES INTO THIS SITUATION
SO WE'LL DIG OUR WAY OUT (i guess)
she's gushing up oil as we ramp up the meter
we measure in barrels not by little liter
and the good old boys couldn't get much cleaner
As Europe looks East from the West
Thursday March first you or is it me first?
April Fools day thirty days to soon
Sunday crying everything is dying
all this madness made in the full moon
April twenty another day of plenty
bad news bears all singing out of tune
robots trying, Houston's flying
big orange baffles made into a boom
we got ourselves a mess
a big mucking mess
at the bottom of the ocean
they never stood a chance when that gas ignited
never stood a chance from the riots incited
never stood a chance with the old men indicted
not a chance not chance not a chance
THE GREAT GULF OIL SPILL by Roy John Wheelock
On April twenty a deep water well hit Horizon
she blew up with eleven of her men
one hundred fifteen survivors kissed the shoreline
God bless their souls, Amen.
REFRAIN
they never stood a chance when that big rig exploded
never stood a chance as their lives imploded
never stood a chance while the bosses emoted
not a chance , not a chance, not a chance
CHORUS
NOW WE GOT OURSELVES A HOLE IN THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN
WE GOT OURSELVES A MIGHTY BIG MUCKING MESS
WELL WE GOT OURSELVES INTO THIS SITUATION
SO WE'LL DIG OUR WAY OUT (i guess)
she's gushing up oil as we ramp up the meter
we measure in barrels not by little liter
and the good old boys couldn't get much cleaner
As Europe looks East from the West
Thursday March first you or is it me first?
April Fools day thirty days to soon
Sunday crying everything is dying
all this madness made in the full moon
April twenty another day of plenty
bad news bears all singing out of tune
robots trying, Houston's flying
big orange baffles made into a boom
we got ourselves a mess
a big mucking mess
at the bottom of the ocean
they never stood a chance when that gas ignited
never stood a chance from the riots incited
never stood a chance with the old men indicted
not a chance not chance not a chance
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