My veins ran thick With petrol My rulers bled me I fell as i was Felled before - When i was Wood And knew no Evil Pipes and wells Ran like a wen, Steel mosquitos Tore my Skin Black gold My own no more I mangled men I spat their gore Black gold Crushed and refined, Siphoned And sold Above, This oriflamme proclaims My woe, but Singing waters Move my mass Below.