Crawling up now from the underground 
Light, sweet crude owns the power now 
Creepin on through to the money house 
Gotta give in just to make it out 

Business, it builds 
Nature, it kills 
Our bodies, our wills 
A gunship or sword 

We weather the storm 
Look on the form 
Credit the curse 
Cancer is worse 
A rat will awake 
To marry the snake