The lyrics say it all: The fish can't swim in the water The gulls can't land on the sea There's a cloud hanging over the ocean As far as the eyes can see The shrimp can't move and the scallops are black The crabs and the clams, can't talk back The turtles are done, and the pelicans have been slaughtered The seaweed is gone and the grasses look hacked The lobsters and oysters are flat on their backs And the dolphins lie dead on the beach Instrumental The ships can't sail and the fishermen weep There's no work, their fear runs deep The well's not capped, and the oil continues to rise The black death was cast, and it won't leave We're under attack, and can't fight back Big Oil has taken our beach There's a cloud hanging over the ocean As far as the eyes can see in the end we will clean up our shores, but Who's going to clean up BP? Who's going to clean up BP?