Arguing With Thermometers

This is an expedition Into the Arctic tundra This is a sickening mission, yeah Just to spoil and plunder That's the sound of another door shutting in In the face of progress, in the face of progress They'll plant their flags in the seabed, Shackleton is rolling in his grave That's the sound of another door shutting in In the face of progress, in the face of progress They'll plant their flags in the seabed, Shackleton is rolling in his grave Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're all addicted to the most abused and destructive drug of all time And I ain't talking about class A's That business is minuscule when compared And just like any addict is desperate to get his next fix We resort to committing crimes to secure our next hit You know there's oil in the ice You know there's oil in my eyes You know there's blood on my hands Yeah, we're all addicted Yeah, we're all dependent That's a maniac standpoint A psychotic outlook That's a maniac standpoint A psychotic outlook That's the sound of another door shutting in In the face of progress, in the face of progress They'll plant their flags in the seabed, Shackleton is rolling in his grave That's the sound of another door shutting in In the face of progress, in the face of progress They'll plant their flags in the seabed, Shackleton is rolling in his grave So let me get this straight As we witness the ice caps melt Instead of being spurred into changing our ways We're gonna invest into military hardware To fight for the remaining oil that's left beneath the ice? But what happens when it's all gone? You haven't thought this through, have you, boys? We'll take you down We'll take you down We'll take you down Stand your ground You know there's oil in the ice You know there's oil in my eyes You know there's blood on my hands Yeah, we're all addicted Yeah, we're all dependent That's a maniac standpoint A psychotic outlook That's a maniac standpoint Yeah, back to the drawing board, boys Accept nothing short of complete reversal Dig deep