

The War on OILTrue, life was not so idyllic, the promised land It may not be full of milk and honey, only sandThe War on OIL
But to us, it is our home, our life, the way we know. We sought no aggression, we didn't need a foe.
So why, oh why, did they seek us out with such a vengeance? Were the women and the children really such a hindrance?
I had to watch my babies, committed to a grave Whilst Bush tells us he has all the world to save
And as we fall, one by one upon our land, our sovereign soil We ask, "Are our lives really worth so much less than oil?"