Heaven Runs On Oil

Such derision when you fled

They bruised your lank shins while you were down

Some kicked the crutches from under your arms

You are one sorry story, a lost cause from conceivement

Still I like you and your thinking mind

And it's like a good book reads

Always question your country

There's knives in their blue eyes

So read up and turn off the telly

And say you do

Say you love us like I know you will

And that our deaths won't be in vain

Or in the name of gasoline

You then displaced to Paris, claiming your extra baggage

Mashing the fancy of your relatives

Nothing but tactfulness and peace

Outdoor restaurants and coffee

Books under your arms instead of crutches

And it's like a good book reads

Always question your country

There's knives in their blue eyes

So read up and turn off the telly

I said read up, turn off the telly

And say you do

Say you love us like I know you will

And that our deaths won't be in vain

Or in the name

And say that you do

Say you love us like I know you will

And that our deaths won't be in vain

Or in the name of gasoline

The bombs ring, we all sing, "Freedom at last!"

The bombs ring, children scream, "Freedom at last!"

The bombs ring, we all sing, "Freedom at last!

The bombs ring, "Freedom at last!"

And say that you do

Say you love us like I know you will

And that our deaths won't be in vain

Or in the name

And say that you do

Say you love us like I know you will

And that our deaths won't be in vain

Or in the name of gasoline