| Song | At The Bird's Foot |
| Artist | City and Colour |
| Album | Retrospective |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There is a fire, burning in the ocean | |
| With death black smoke and devil red flames | |
| You can see it, burning from the valley, | |
| Oh you can see it from the high planes | |
| Well they went drillin' | |
| Searching for black gold | |
| To add more dollars to their names | |
| Then one evening so suddenly and violent, | |
| There was an explosion they can’t explain | |
| Now the deep water horizon | |
| Descends down to death's door | |
| And at the bird’s foot | |
| They’ve lost all hope | |
| Cause oil is a driftin' | |
| For miles and miles | |
| Poisoning the Gulf of Mexico | |
| But what of the eleven | |
| Men at the bottom, | |
| Who sank to | |
| An underwater grave? | |
| And while they were sinking | |
| And their lungs filled with oil, | |
| They must have been screaming, | |
| Screaming to be saved | |
| But what of the eleven | |
| Men at the bottom, | |
| Who sank to | |
| An underwater grave? | |
| And while they were sinking | |
| And their lungs filled with oil, | |
| They must have been screaming, | |
| Screaming to be saved. |
| There is a fire, burning in the ocean | |
| With death black smoke and devil red flames | |
| You can see it, burning from the valley, | |
| Oh you can see it from the high planes | |
| Well they went drillin' | |
| Searching for black gold | |
| To add more dollars to their names | |
| Then one evening so suddenly and violent, | |
| There was an explosion they can' t explain | |
| Now the deep water horizon | |
| Descends down to death' s door | |
| And at the bird' s foot | |
| They' ve lost all hope | |
| Cause oil is a driftin' | |
| For miles and miles | |
| Poisoning the Gulf of Mexico | |
| But what of the eleven | |
| Men at the bottom, | |
| Who sank to | |
| An underwater grave? | |
| And while they were sinking | |
| And their lungs filled with oil, | |
| They must have been screaming, | |
| Screaming to be saved | |
| But what of the eleven | |
| Men at the bottom, | |
| Who sank to | |
| An underwater grave? | |
| And while they were sinking | |
| And their lungs filled with oil, | |
| They must have been screaming, | |
| Screaming to be saved. |
| There is a fire, burning in the ocean | |
| With death black smoke and devil red flames | |
| You can see it, burning from the valley, | |
| Oh you can see it from the high planes | |
| Well they went drillin' | |
| Searching for black gold | |
| To add more dollars to their names | |
| Then one evening so suddenly and violent, | |
| There was an explosion they can' t explain | |
| Now the deep water horizon | |
| Descends down to death' s door | |
| And at the bird' s foot | |
| They' ve lost all hope | |
| Cause oil is a driftin' | |
| For miles and miles | |
| Poisoning the Gulf of Mexico | |
| But what of the eleven | |
| Men at the bottom, | |
| Who sank to | |
| An underwater grave? | |
| And while they were sinking | |
| And their lungs filled with oil, | |
| They must have been screaming, | |
| Screaming to be saved | |
| But what of the eleven | |
| Men at the bottom, | |
| Who sank to | |
| An underwater grave? | |
| And while they were sinking | |
| And their lungs filled with oil, | |
| They must have been screaming, | |
| Screaming to be saved. |