Obsessing over the
color of my piss for the sake of my life,
heat exhaustion is
real and people die out here on the oil field,
all the time.
Death from
dehydration is still not my most urgent concern, this 4 ton swinging
pipe is.
My bosses preach
safety, but everyone knows their 7 figures are more important
than my life is.
Hydrogen Sulfide gas
seeps out of the ground and can kill you instantly.
I'm trying not to
think about this company's semi annual fatality.
There's caustic that
can burn your skin off,
everything covered
in ice and heights that you can slip off,
some asshat not
paying attention when lives are on the line,
a co worker throwing
chains who's fucked up on meth all the time,
I live an hour and a
half away and need to get behind the wheel after busting my ass on a
16 hour shift,
I have to pay
alimony out the ass because my ex wife doesn't want to work for shit,
My wife and kids are
in another state and theres a good chance she's with a side guy,
I can't remember the
last time I wasn't sleep deprived,
My leg is fucked up
but I can't afford to miss hours,
I hope this rope
holds if I fall off this 90 foot derrick tower,
The blow out
preventer could fail and this whole rig could explode,
I think inspectors
have been paid off to ignore safety codes,
I see dudes without
fingers and wonder if that will be me,
but I prefer
adrenaline to that thought thats repeating...
I miss my family.
They say God will
redeem you from the hell you carry inside,
and that's true for
my mind, soul, hope and afterlife.
But while deep thoughts are
nice, I have to focus on my problems in this world,
and if you're a
felon, with bills, debts and child support,
there's no place
else to escape that hell,
that pays this good
without risking jail.
In this life, the
oil field is redemption.
Where else can you
come out of prison with no skills, bad english with teeth disfigured,
get hired on the
spot and make six figures.
If you're against
fracking, oil and gas,
you're against the
only hope that I have.
There are millions
out there who are just like me,
we have nothing
else, there is no plan B.
To think of climate
change but no other jobs for us out there,
would be like
holding your breath and thinking about Plato instead of air.
Give us an
alternative or shut the fuck up.
When given a chance
we always buck up.
For now we provide
you with a product you need,
for food, stuff on
shelves, to get to point B.
You depend on us so
give some respect.
We're a special
breed, we are the roughnecks
