13th
Barrels of Oil
Lyrics:
Barrels of Oil
I’m dreaming with my eyes open
imagining a different sort of day
I’m dreaming with my eyes open
and my dreams make me sad
when they fade away, when they fade away
when they fade away, when they fade away
when they fade away…
I wish I could go back in time
and find the day when I lost hope
in humankind and rectify
the possibility of miracles
just like my Mamma told me I should believe
no matter how bad things get,
no matter how bad things get
but violence and threats of it
though only a small element
of history and birth and death
yet seems to get the best of every one of us,
in the end it does
no matter how good things get,
no matter how good things get
is it an abomination of the will to survive?
is it as simple as an issue of bad design?
should we lay the blame on the master plan,
send a message to God to start again?
or should we take it in our hands
to be more than Americans
rise up against our human tendencies
toward desire for more wealth and power
to protect ourselves
no matter how bad things get,
no matter how bad things get,
no matter how bad things get
