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This is an expedition into the tundra
This is a sickening just to spoil and plunder

That's the of another door shutting,
In the of progress, in the face of progress
plant their flags in the sea bed,
Shackleton is in his grave.(2x)

Yeah yeah yeah, all addicted to the most abused
And destructive of all time
And I ain't about class A's
That business is minuscule when
And just like an addict to get his next fix
We resort to crimes to secure our next hit

You know oil in the ice
You know there's oil in my
You there's blood on my hands
Yeah! we're all addicted, all dependent
That's a maniac standpoint, a psychotic

That's the sound of door shutting,
In the face of progress, in the of progress
They'll plant flags in the sea bed,
Shackleton is in his grave.(2x)

So lemme get this
As we the ice caps melt
Instead of spurred into changing our ways
We're gonna invest in military to fight
For the remaining oil left beneath the ice?
What happens when all gone?
You haven't thought through have you boys?

We'll take you
take you down
We'll take you
Stand ground!

You there's oil in the ice
You there's oil in my eyes
You know there's on my hands
Yeah! all addicted, we're all dependent
That's a maniac standpoint, a outlook

Yeh to the drawing board boys,
Accept nothing short of reversal,
Dig deep.