Here's a story of a struggle
	Taking place across the sea
	Between the peaceful
	Ogoni people
	And the Dutch Shell company

	The tiny region of Biafra
	Is sitting on an oil reserve
	Blood is spilled by those who drill
	But cannot quench
	The endless thirst

			They pillage and rape the villages
			Plunder and steal the land
			It's murder in the name of Mammon
			The supply will never meet demand

			So bow to the red and yellow
			Pray to your Texaco stars
			Let the market forces conquer
			So more of us can drive our cars

	The native people chose a leader
	Seeking to negotiate
	Sarowiwa died for freedom
	Executed by the state

	Called a traitor, jailed for treason
	By a bought-out government
	No public trial, no written record
	Dollar signs
	Are all they read

			While pillagers rape the villages
			Plunder and steal their land
			Killing in the name of profit
			The supply will never meet demand

			So welcome the red and yellow
			Hail to the Texaco stars
			Let the market forces conquer
			So we can keep our fancy cars

	I say a prayer for Sarowiwa
	On the highway while I drive
	Though I'm running close to empty
	I cannot even stop to cry

	I hope the Heavens will forgive me
	I count the stations passing by
	Knowing every tank I use
	Is fueling global genocide

			The pillage and rape of villages
			The plunder of Ogoniland
			Murder in the name of Mammon
			The supply will never meet demand
	
			So worship the red and yellow
			Pray to your Texaco stars
			Let the market forces conquer
			Foreign lands by starting wars

			Let the market forces conquer
			Foreign lands by starting wars