Oil Money Songtext
von Institute

Your system to subordinate identities
Different from the norm, from the straight
History as we know, wrote by you.
A white man. yes? any others? no.

Hand on her arm
Oh we know
It′s what mother learned on her favorite tv show
Sexual law
Wealthy class boys
Fulfilling dreams of post-nuptial joys
You're social nonsense
But we hear you boast
You′re a shell of love in a soulless host
You settled for marriage
Or was it fear?
Your children more about love than you queers


You taught me order
Taught me straight
Took other ways to an insecure place off my plate

Bunch of lizard brains ashamed again
Defining sin of the secular man
For your gain

Your beady country boy eyes
All your maroon shows and your burnt orange skies
Texas pride, your football schools
Oil money for the few

You're the shit we despise
And your shitty little eyes
You're just shit we despise
With your shitty beady eyes

Families of fear
Domestic hate
Communal restraints and your private estates
Morality is a fashion show
Archaic laws are your status quo