Drowning in the Blue

There's a trail of blood in water Behind a huge white yacht Poison spilling out Whilst men on deck take shots They laugh and joke and smile Whilst counting off their stocks Their power plants and prices Have lined their pockets good On land there stands a chimney With a plume of deep grey smoke Birds scorched by its furnace Whilst those at work all choke John goes back home from work To see his two children There's no food on the table And the lights are out again His tv tells of people Out there in their boats "We can't afford to have them The system just can't cope," They won't say "it's millionaires Who win in place of you, It's those on the horizon Drowning in the blue."