Times tight, well I've got no means and no destination

Life's games beyond our own right of self-preservation

The bodies of the youth line up with a sweet sense of emancipation

But hey, wait, let come what may - monopoly is more than just a board game

People rollin' dice just to stake a claim

Man we got to get out of the oilfields

At night no stars just a strange glow from the city

I can see the worst in the air as we keep breathin' it

Our wealth is in decline as long as the wallet keeps on leading us

But hey, wait, let come what may, machines and factories are what we breathe

Your money's just a choice between the noose and your knees

Man we got to get out of the oilfields

Well I know that it makes sense

Behind a two-ton mahogany desk (plated locks and shiny brass keys)

So as long as it makes sense to you, it won't to me

Better take that key and unlock your own history

It might make you a little pure, but hell man, I ain't too sure

With a soul as rancid as yours

Investing my time because there's no money left to invest with

What you gonna drink when the well runs dry

Better bottle up your pride like that water you've been bottling

Or hey wait, let come what may, your rights and air and water take a back seat

Before too long they'll put a tag on your speech

Man we got to get out of the oilfields

Well I know that it makes sense

Behind a two-ton mahogany desk

So as long as it makes sense to you, it won't to me

Better take that key and unlock your own hypocrisy

Change your shirt from blue to green

'Cause people out there my friend they're dying from your greed

And not from the terror that lies within their own humanity

©  Ray Hunter/DeSoto Rust 2004