clear black seas

live feed after the jump.

Tar balls’ toxic, CNN watchin’

MSNBC is on the topic

FOX news dally on Barry O. as if he start it

Headline News steady talkin’

All this time nobody’s doing anything real to stop it

Burn the top off, but ain’t soppin’ from the bottom

BP, a customer, you’ve lost him

Never going back, that’s a promise

Tip toeing around the real problem

Solder up the hole, get the hay out

Time to clean up the water

There are

Many other effective

And green options

Chemical dispersants have failed

And constant exposure to the water

Kills the flora and the fauna

Dead zones poppin’ up

Dolphins, whales, fish dyin’, with the belly up

In the O₂ depleted gulf, swimming through a petri cup

When it hits the coastline that’s a different story

Globules’ washing up already

Unfortunately the storm hit and as the fan with the shit

Spread the mess expanded the cesspit

The sputtering relief efforts furthered in it’s descent

With the british pilot fightin’ sleep in the cockpit

And the main engine still leakin’ fluid

R2 unit on the wing with no toolkit

Just rub some dirt on the wound, that’ll do it

That kinda talkin? Golf ball garbage

Man,

Tryna plug the hole with golf balls, garbage, sand

Disregard what’s in charge on the wetlands

A bird in the hand is worth 2 in the muck

Clean ‘em up with the dish soap

Those that ain’t croak

Not to mention the boats that can’t fish for the oyster shrimp

If hope floats send them a boat load

2 months in with no end in sight

Ready to plug the hole with the pinchin’

Not to mention ready to not pay the compensation

To end folks plight, an imitation of right

Tar balls toxic, marred in the politics

Tryna pass the buck like a dollar tip

Oceanic’s are nonpartisan even if the hearts of men

Are turned off to Neptune hollerin’

“save me, save me!!”

Gulf on their knees prayin’, “lord why we?”

1^st katrina, then gustav, BP

Andrew had the panhandle rattled back in 93

Back in 92 touched land with the blind speed

Nowadays disasters man made with the blimey

The clock’s tickin’

No time to be sittin’ on our hands, wishin’

For a miracle, we gotta make it happen

HEAL THE GULF!