Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Arguing With Thermometers, artist - Enter Shikari. Date of issue: 15.01.2012
Song language: English
Arguing With Thermometers |
| This is an expedition |
| Into the Arctic tundra |
| This is a sickening mission, 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 |
| They’ll plant their flags in the seabed |
| 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 |
| They’ll plant their flags in the seabed |
| Shackleton is rolling in his grave |
| 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 any addict is desperate to get his next fix |
| We resort to committing 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 a maniac standpoint |
| A psychotic outlook |
| That’s a maniac standpoint |
| A psychotic outlook |
| That’s the sound of another door shutting in |
| In the face of progress, in the face of progress |
| They’ll plant their flags in the seabed |
| 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 |
| They’ll plant their flags in the seabed |
| Shackleton is rolling in his grave |
| So let me get this straight |
| As we witness the ice caps melt |
| Instead of being spurred into changing our ways |
| We’re gonna invest into military hardware |
| To fight for the remaining oil that’s 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 a maniac standpoint |
| A psychotic outlook |
| That’s a maniac standpoint |
| Yeah, back to the drawing board, boys |
| Accept nothing short of complete reversal |
| Dig deep |