Arguing with Thermometers

This is an expedition
Into the Arctic tundra!
This is a sick inhibition, Yeah!
Just to spoil and plunder!

That's the sound of another door shutting in
In the face of progress, in the face of progress
No bounded flags, In this event
Shackleton is rolling in his grave
That's the sound of another door shutting in
In the face of progress, in the face of progress
No bounded flags, In this event
Shackleton is rolling in his grave

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we're all addicted the the most abusive, destructive drug
Of all time
And I ain't talking about class A's – that'd be just miniscule when
Compared!
And just like any addict desperate to get his next fix
We resort to petty crimes to secure our next hit!

You know there's oil in the ice!
You know there's oil in my eyes!
You know there's blood on my hands!
Yeah! We're all addicted!
Yeah! We're all dependent!
That's maniac standpoint!
Psychotic outlook
That's maniac standpoint!
Psychotic outlook
That's the sound of another door shutting in
In the face of progress, in the face of progress
No bounded flags, In this event
Shackleton is rolling in his grave
That's the sound of another door shutting in
In the face of progress, in the face of progress
No bounded flags, In this event
Shackleton is rolling in his grave

So lemme get this straight; as we witness the ice-caps melt

Instead of being inspired into changing our ways

We're gonna invest into military hardware to fight for the remaining oil that
Left beneath the ice!

But what happens when it's all gone! You haven't thought this through
Have you boys!

We'll take you down!
We'll take you down!
We'll take you down!
Stand your ground!

You know there's oil in the ice!
You know there's oil in my eyes!
You know there's blood on my hands!
Yeah! We're all addicted!
Yeah! We're all dependent!
That's maniac standpoint!
Psychotic outlook
That's maniac standpoint!
Psychotic outlook

Back to the drawing board boys
Accept nothing short of complete reversal
Dig deep!