Chevron

to have done what you did
In Ecuador you
Are one sick corporation
Texaco knew
What was pristine forest
The Quechua they give
Everything back to this earth
And they live
Simple lives really
Till you lot came
Poisoned their space
Yes you are to blame
You left
Behind all of that shit
Everywhere
In their rivers
Just fucking great pits of despair

You couldn’t clear up
The waste could you, you
Allowed all those people
To do what they do
Drink from tHose pools
Bathe in those pools
You knew just how toxic
You took them for fools

But the Quechua are caring
The Quechua they need
Help not you monsters
Who came here to bleed
Them of their true innocence
Giving them pain
Leaving your shit
In one awful big drain

When the courts said you have to clean up
Then go and pay
You let them suffer
And now I must say
Chevron and Texaco both sickly sods
Prayers are now useless
For there are no gods

willing to hear what you have to say
You are the most evil
And for that crime must pay