My fire might flicker
Though wild it roars
When oil is thicker
Than water-thin wars
In my rivers of blood
Which boil and fill  
With anger they flood
From the barrels you spill 
Your acid rain shower
Then raises frustration
As I solar power
A new generation

Which melts all the ice
In my cool-head aloof  
For no snow-blinded guise
Can bury the truth
Down further they dig
And then drill ever deeper
While we buy the rig
That they keep selling cheaper
But money is cold
And it's making me sick
And it freezes my soul
Like each cabinet pick

Their whipper winds crack
With white lightning force
But I thunder write back
With tornado discourse
For my tropical breeze
Has felt too many die
And my last temperate trees
Have heard Mother Earth cry
Her judgment will soon
Blow the guilty away  
In a righteous typhoon
That I've long kept at bay