Oil Spill Blues

They were on an oil rig out there in the blue,
By now you know what it’s gonna do.
Gonna blow up.
One bright fire.
Eleven men dyin’.

Now we’ve heard a lot since way back then,
They told us that the rig was gone with that wind.
Don’t you worry.
No spilling.
Only a fireball.

Well it turned out that these things may not be true,
Someone may have been pushing wool onto you.
Oh, he’s a rich man.
Vested interests.
Wife’s a model.

Some people are saying that their lives are gone,
That they turned to ash under that April sun.
Must be socialists.
Goldbrickers.
Lazy bastards.

Some people are quaking in their rage,
And the President wants them off of that front page.
Says he’s trying.
Folks are accountable.
Under control.

Obama’s looking for an ass to kick
And I wonder when he’s gonna find it.
With both his pistols.
Those revolvers.
New sheriff.
Bad motherfucker.

I tell you, I’ve been called lots of things,
But I’m liberal if I care about those oiled wings.
Means I’m accepting.
Oh I doubt them.
But I’ll take it.

You know that in a decade it will all be fine,
You can invite me to New Orleans down the line.
It’s a party.
No long lines.
Kind bartenders.