At the Birds Foot - City and Colour

There is a fire, burning in the ocean

With death black smoke and devil red flames

You can see it, burning from the valley,

Oh you can see it from the high planes

Well they went drillin'

Searching for black gold

To add more dollars to their names

Then one evening so suddenly and violent,

There was an explosion they can’t explain

Now the deep water horizon

Descends down to deaths door

And at the bird’s foot

They’ve lost all hope

Cause oil is a driftin'

For miles and miles

Poisoning the Gulf of Mexico

But what of the eleven

Men at the bottom,

Who sank to An underwater grave?

And while they were sinking

And their lungs filled with oil,

They must have been screaming,

Screaming to be saved

But what of the eleven

Men at the bottom,

Who sank to An underwater grave?

And while they were sinking

And their lungs filled with oil,

They must have been screaming,

Screaming to be saved.