Social structure

Flares
And rigs and drills
And fucking fracking
Everywhere methane
And toxicity
A few fat cats set up
On natural gas
But very few
Nobody
Escaped the tragedy

One has to ask the
Grey suit politicians
Why they felt
That fracking was so good
How much do they really
Get for flogging off the earth
They had their own families
So they should

Care, but really they don’t care
A monkeys
The psychopaths are now in charge
It seems
All we ever worked for
Will come crashing around
our ears
Watch it lads the orange coated
Robo cops
Tetra brain dead jack boots
Heightened fears

Flares and rigs and drills
And clouds of methane
Nose bleeds lack of breath
The kids in bed
This is what we let them talk us into
Most of the old neighbours
Now are dead

The water it’s officially not potable
The rivers have been polluted
And the fish
Are changing sex or dying in their millions
It seems the energy boys have got their wish

The land our fathers farmed is dark and dreary
The air is hard to cope with
And that’s true
The water it is killing us
The fracking spilling onto us
We only wish that we had believed in you