The Backyard Of My Life
The Oil Mill
There's mutiny down at the oil mill
Over longer hours for a lot less pay
Start work before the sun comes up
You don't leave while the end of the day
In the yard behind the two tallest towers
They talk about the filthy business
While the thick black smoke pollutes the sky
The men wonder why they would do this to us
So you can line there pockets
By breaking your back
Carry on drilling when you hear the whip crack
Clock in and clock out don't say a word
Slaves to the system seen but never heard
Tensions are rising down the oil mill
Too tired after giving all there blood and sweat
They freeze them out turn on the heat
Without any rest they get a little deeper in debt
Somewhere in a busy boardroom
The fat cats congratulate themselves
The poor died poor while they accumulated wealth
So they could quench there thirst
By building up a money stack
If you don't like the rules hit the road jack
Know your place stay in line
If you die on your lunch break we will get along just fine
There's plenty of pressure down at the oil mill
Where the work is hard and seconds move so slow
Once you sign on the dotted line
The cast iron gates close on the life you used to know
Beside barrels of the liquid gold
Many men talk about the dirty deals done
Getting rich from raping mother earth
There's a million pipelines but your dream ain't one
So keep toeing the line
Don't you dare slack
Carry on drilling when you hear the whip crack
Clock in and clock out don't say a word
Slaves to the system seen but never heard
by Keith Hagger
