I Hope B.P. Explodes

There's an eye on N.W.I
I want it gone and I think that it's time
That we bid this shithole region goodbye
Whiting's big bomb will destroy all the hype

Men in green suits
With steel-toed boots
Climb into big chutes
And huff soot for loot

I hope B.P. explodes
I hope B.P. explodes
We get cheap gas, but I don't drive
Our sky's funny colours and our lungs are all fried

Am I a terrorist for wanting it gone?
I don't wanna go and hurt anyone
But I can't help the way that I feel
I hope they take a match to the tanker fields

Because I hope B.P. explodes
I hope B.P. explodes
You get cheap gas, so you don't care
About the hexavalent chrome in our breathing air

I hope B.P. explodes
I hope B.P. explodes
I hope B.P. explodes
I hope B.P. explodes
I hope B.P. explodes
I hope B.P. explodes
I hope B.P. explodes

(It happened to Standard Oil, it could happen again!
Probably won't, though... probably won't, though.)