Alright, listen up… You sittin’ there sippin’ tea… Drinkin’ coffee… While we’re miles under your feet… We make it possible for— Lights on… (LiIGHTS ON… LiIGHTS ON… LiIGHTS ON…) LiIGHTS ON! From the depths of the earth, risking our lives, Steel in the ground while the whole world thrives. We live, we die… So you survive! On the ocean—we rattle with the crash of the waves, On the land—we burn in the heat of the blaze. In the arctic freeze—ice sears our skin, Wind, land, and sea—we endure for all kin! We the workers that risk it all so you can— Drive, Drive… fly… keep the lights on… Yeah— We—the ones that fuel the world! Early morning through the night— Steel bites down for black gold life… Drill turns… Pressure climbs… We hold the line… Oh hell no—look out! We got a blowout! Danger! Run! Shut the valves—scatter! Hands greased—crankin’ the wrench, Pressure risin’—push through the stress! Meters spike—this a disaster! Roughnecks rush—gotta move faster! Prayin’ the line holds—seconds matter! One wrong move— Rig’s under pressure— Pressure… Pressure… PRESSURE! We risk it all… No safety net… Life on the line… Don’t forget… For our blood… For our families… For the communities… Hands in the mud, Fire in the pipe, Working through the danger To keep your world alive. “Drill deep—fracture strong—hold that pressure tight!” Drill bit… Roughneck… Toolpusher… Oh yeah— Toolpusher is our lifeline— Our commander! We the oil rig workers— Yeah, we bring it all alive… We the roughnecks— Holdin’ the line beneath the grind… So you can— Drive… Fly… Keep the lights on… We the ones— That fuel the world. We enable the entire chain of modern life. Lights on… Lights on… WE ARE… ROUGHNECKS! LIGHTS OFF!
