They live by the lake of oil. They live on the mountain of gold. They live on fertile land With beautiful landscapes sold. But all who envy them Don't know about their pain. The world below their feet is their curse, is their anathema. There's bare ground and piles of stone where onceonce was my home. There's bare ground and piles of stone where onceonce was my home. But all who envy them Don't know about their pain. We s** them, we drain them, we are their curse! We s** them, we drain them, we are their curse! We s** them, exploit them, we are their curse!