-- Horatio Algeranon's parody of "Addicted to Love" (Robert Palmer)
Your lights are on, but you're not home
Your mind is not your own
Your pipes froze, your furnace quit
Another gallon, to restart it
You can't walk, a single mile
There's no doubt, you're in denial
You can't reduce, your driving speed
Another gallon, is all you need
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the spoil, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you don't like to toil
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to oil
You see the signs, but you can't read
The sea-ice melts, at greater speed
The carbon heats, in doubling time
Another gallon, it is a crime
One track mind
You can't be saved
Oilblivion is all you crave
If there's some left for you
You don't mind if you do
Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the spoil, oh yeah
It's closer to the truth to say you don't like to toil
You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to oil
Might as well face it, you're addicted to oil
Might as well face it, you're addicted to oil
Might as well face it, you're addicted to oil
Might as well face it, you're addicted to oil
Might as well face it, you're addicted to oil
[repeat until you face it]
