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Arguing With Thermometers (Goth-Trad Remix)

This is an expedition into the arctic tundra

This is a sickening mission just to spoil and plunderThat's the sound of another door shutting,

In the face of progress, in the face of progress

They'll plant their flags in the sea bed,

Shackleton is rolling in his grave.(2x)Yeah yeah yeah, we're all addicted to the most abused

And destructive drug of all time

And I ain't talking about class A's

That business is minuscule when compared

And just like an addict desperate to get his next fix

We resort to committing crimes to secure our next hitYou 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, we're all dependent

That's a maniac standpoint, a psychotic outlookThat's the sound of another door shutting,

In the face of progress, in the face of progress

They'll plant their flags in the sea bed,

Shackleton is rolling in his grave.(2x)So lemme get this straight

As we witness the ice caps melt

Instead of being spurred into changing our ways

We're gonna invest in military hardware to fight

For the remaining oil that's left beneath the ice?

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, we're all dependent

That's a maniac standpoint, a psychotic outlookYeh back to the drawing board boys,

Accept nothing short of complete reversal,

Dig deep.

Songwriters

BATTEN, CHRIS / CLEWLOW, LIAM RORY / ROLFE, ROBERT / REYNOLDS, ROUGHTONPublished by

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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