[Verse 1]
Tehran nights burn in hellfire haze,
Missiles whisper death, kids lost in the blaze.
Mamas wail prayers that the sky won’t hear,
Brothers march on while their brothers disappear.
Sanctions choke throats, breadlines stretch long,
Oil wells blaze black, every barrel a song.
Leaders toast gold while streets run red,
Dreams buried deep where the sirens bled.
[Chorus]
Oil and blood mix deep in the sand,
Prices climb high like a knife in the hand.
Families shatter, pockets turn to dust,
War paints the profit, but the pain’s what we trust.
Teardrops in the tank, hear the children cry,
Iran bleeds out for the world’s greedy high.
Black gold turns to tears—man, it hurts, it hurts.
[Verse 2]
Gas hits eight dollars, moms chase broken dreams,
Truckers idle cold, bills stacked like screams.
Wall Street wolves howl while the Gulf turns to graves,
Both sides play chess with the lives of the brave.
Fathers hug daughters knowing it’s their last light,
Little boy stares asking why Daddy won’t fight.
We pay at the pump while they pay with their souls,
Empires roll on rivers of black gold.
[Bridge]
Pause… just breathe… feel the weight in the air,
One side loses sons, the other loses fare.
No victors here, just graves and receipts,
Mothers clutch dog tags while the market beats.
We all chained to the pump, same blood, same pain,
How many more tears till the whole world’s insane?
[Chorus]
Oil and blood mix deep in the sand,
Prices climb high like a knife in the hand.
Families shatter, pockets turn to dust,
War paints the profit, but the pain’s what we trust.
Teardrops in the tank, hear the children cry,
Iran bleeds out for the world’s greedy high.
Black gold turns to tears—man, it hurts, it hurts.
[Outro]
Light a candle for the ones who won’t see dawn,
Price we all pay when the oil flows on.
War cry drowned in dollar signs,
Tears in the tank… forever mine.
Yeah… it hurts. It hurts.
