Arguing With Thermometers

This is an expedition,
Into the Artic tundra!
This is a sick inhibition,
Just to spoil and plunder!

That's the sound of another door shutting in,
In the face of progress, in the face of progress.
No bounded flags, In this event,
Shackleton is rolling in his grave ..
That's the sound of another door shutting in,
In the face of progress, in the face of progress.
No bounded flags, In this event,
Shackleton is rolling in his grave.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're all addicted the the most abusive, destructive drug of all time,
And I ain't talking about class A's – that'd be just miniscule when compared!
And just like an addict desperate to get his next fix,
We resort to petty crimes to secure our next hit!

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

That's the sound of another door shutting in,
In the face of progress, in the face of progress.
No bounded flags, In this event,
Shackleton is rolling in his grave ..
That's the sound of another door shutting in,
In the face of progress, in the face of progress.
No bounded flags, In this event,
Shackleton is rolling in his grave.

So lemme get this straight; as we witness the ice-caps melt,
Instead of being inspired into changing our ways,
We're gonna invest into military hardware to find the remaining oil that left beneath the ice?!
But what happens when it's all gone?! You haven't thought this through, have you boys?!

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

You know there's oil in the!
You know there's riot in my eyes!
You know there's blood on my hands!
Yeah! We're all addicted!
Yeah! We're all dependent!
That's a maniac standpoint
Psychotic outlook
That's a maniac standpoint
Psychotic outlook

Back to the drawing board boys,
Accept nothing short of complete reversal.
Yeah, but you can do it..
Yeah, dig deep!