Oil spills over
Over it's all over
Run little fish run
We have come
A *** did de dum
Die, today is a good day
No place to hide
rust colored grains of sand
Reminds me of another land
Where our ancestors fought
Blood stained beaches
Torn Limbs apart
Fighting this fight
Terror seeps through out foreign streets
What's ours is ours, now give it back!
*** did de Dum
Oil Spills over
Spilling right Into our laps
Painting red hands black
Childlike minds that couldn't hold a rhyme
OR rhythm of a true beating heart
Drive just drive
Can anyone fix a leak?