Grab this dark cloud now and wring it out.
\nIts tears will be the moneyed mead of oil.
\nSo, shut the lights off, mama, for, no doubt,
\nyou’re gonna have some acid in your soil.
\nThe trees won’t grow, but cars will go.
\nSome animals will be put out of business.
\nExtinction helps economy, you know.
\nYou’ll get your bobcat sandwich down at Quiznos.
\nWho cares about the ocean or the chem trails?
\nWho cares about the fish; they’re just a fad.
\nWe’re talking greed right off the old pro tem rails.
\nWhere history’s concerned, we’re just plain bad.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"