Arguing With Thermometers

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