Jonah Tolchin - Fracking Nightmare lyrics

rate me

It's like boiling water, just to tug on the steam

Or running in a race, just to run from a dream

We’ll be burning our chairs, just to keep from the cold

Or drilling a hole just searching for hell, ringing satins red

door bell with an oil rigging well

It's like waking up in the night to a horrible smell

Burning flesh from the shale and a house full of kids

Bone's turn to ashes while pockets turn to gold.

It's like somebody took, a knife to your chest, filled a vessel with your blood

and decided to test, how much money you can make from killing someone,

Can this blood on our hands replace the water that runs?

Can this blood our hands replace the water that runs?

How much money you can make from killing someone?