P. R.
Sittin’ on a sea of oil,
the oligarchs and cleptocrats.
Hollow shell, hollow foil,
Chavez, savior of our soil.
Glory days of revolution,
Pat, you know there’s one solution.
Keep the petrodollars busy
and hop on to your Tin Lizzy.
Caracazo, did you hear it?
Acid rivers, can you smell them?
Fuck the indigenous rights,
US wealth, Conoco’s might.
Divine empire, not a comedy?
Tom Paine’s turning in his grave,
Hugo Chavez’s not a slave?
Bloody (S)hell, sit and wonder,
search some new oil far down under?
