Demolition derby going on in my back yard.
Eight to five, it beats my brain, when life is getting so hard.
Home was once a haven, but now I see the ravens
flying through the dusty sky, to drop their calling cards.
It’s all about oil, we are not vegetable,
we’re talking mineral, when blood begins to boil.
It’s animal, it’s all about oil.
It’s criminal, so who are you loyal to? Hey you!
Push, push in the bush. I said push, push in the bush.
Repetition hardly took the wind from your sails,
day and night, you’re out of sight - your program never fails.
Sending you a lifeline - pouring through your pipeline.
Wonder if this phoney war might lead to peace of mind?
It’s all about oil, we are not vegetable,
we’re talking mineral, when blood begins to boil.
It’s animal, it’s all about oil.
It’s criminal, so who are you loyal to? Hey you!
Push, push in the Bush. Push, push in the Bush.
Hey you - who are you talking to?
Practising your diplomacy with your own brand of hypocrisy.
You’re fighting the hostility of someone’s minor deity,
one man’s meat is poison - who owns your country’s soil?
Hey you! It’s all about oil.
Push, push in the bush. I Said push, push in the bush.
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Loved Bridget with Hawkwind and Spirits Burning. This is an enthusiastic collection of songs with great performances and melodic and lyrical detail to fascinate.
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