[Intro — Diesel engine idling, vinyl scratches] Mack: Another night, another load. Brutus: Another fuel bill on the road. Pip: They talk about barrels and billions upstairs. Rex: Down here, we count every dollar we spare. Diesel in my veins... Highway in my soul. [Verse 1 — Mack] Six wheels rolling while the midnight unfolds, Black smoke drifting past the stories untold. Fuel needle dropping, every mile has a price, And the market keeps moving like a loaded pair of dice. Crude in the ground, futures trading overseas, But the driver feels the pressure when the pump won't ease. Insurance, tires, maintenance, payments on the rig, Revenue looks impressive till you calculate the figures. They say the market's global, there's no single hand, But explain that to the driver trying to keep his business standing. Surcharges on the invoice, recovery never guaranteed, Deadhead miles and waiting time can swallow up the fee. [Hook — Full crew] DIESEL IN MY VEINS! (Rolling through the night!) BLACK GOLD IN THE GAME! (Who's getting rich tonight?) Engines keep on turning, while the margins disappear, We're hauling their economy, but who's protecting the gear? DIESEL IN MY VEINS! (Hear the engine roar!) Every mile costs money, every gallon costs more. From the oil-field gate to the interstate lanes, We keep the country moving with diesel in our veins! [Verse 2 — Rex] Now examine the portfolios, the companies, the shares, The public declarations and the interests people bear. When politicians champion policies that energy firms applaud, Ask what evidence exists before alleging something flawed. A holding isn't guilt, a headline isn't proof, But public financial disclosures help reveal the truth. If a conflict was concealed, investigate the claim, If the records clear the person, don't manufacture blame. Meanwhile, production forecasts dominate the news, Investors weigh the risks and decide what stocks to choose. The working driver isn't trading options overseas, He's trying to cover operating costs and keep his family at ease. [Hook — Repeat] DIESEL IN MY VEINS! (Rolling through the night!) BLACK GOLD IN THE GAME! (Who's getting rich tonight?) Engines keep on turning, while the margins disappear, We're hauling their economy, but who's protecting the gear? [Verse 3 — Pip] One hundred fifty gallons, three dollars extra a gallon, Four hundred fifty daily — that's the number we're calling. Five working days a week, two thousand two-fifty gone, One hundred seventeen thousand yearly if the increase carries on. That's before any recovery through a surcharge or a rate, Before repairs, downtime, and the bills that drivers face. A calculation, not a promise every truck will pay that sum, But a picture of the pressure when fuel costs overcome. Oil prices aren't controlled by one politician's hand, Global supply, refinery capacity shape the land. But when policy affects the market, transparency should remain, And those who carry freight deserve a fair chance to sustain. [Verse 4 — Brutus] I got diesel in my veins, got the highway in my chest, Every mile another challenge, every load another test. No palace, no portfolio, no boardroom full of suits, Just a truck, a freight contract, and a set of worn-out boots. So talk about the barrels, talk about the stock, But remember who's delivering when the supply chains stop. From the grocery-store shelves to the steel mills in the rain, It's the working-class driver keeping commerce in its lane. [Bridge — Spoken over idling engine] The barrel has a price. The fuel has a cost. The invoice shows revenue. The ledger shows what's lost. Don't just count the money coming in... Count what it takes to keep rolling. [Final Hook — All four] DIESEL IN MY VEINS! (Rolling through the night!) BLACK GOLD IN THE GAME! (Bring the facts to light!) Engines keep on turning, let the whole world know, There's a human cost behind every mile we go. DIESEL IN MY VEINS! (Hear the engine roar!) We carry the economy from shore to shore. Black gold, hard roads, and a working man's name, We're the wheels beneath the system — remember who's in the game! [Outro — Engine fades into the distance] Mack: Keep the wheels turning. Pip: Keep the books straight. Rex: Follow the money. Brutus: Don't underestimate the freight. Diesel in my veins... OIL BARON. End transmission.
