Up on the flatlands, up on the flatlands
Of Big Alberta, the Athabasca River flows
Forging life through changing seasons
She carries now what we dispose
In the darkness, Lupus comes creeping
From the towers of Suncor
To this day, no land's been ravaged
In a scale like this before
Athabasca, Athabasca
Migrating through the tar, caribou dancing with the stars
From First Nations people, a diner falling
In a barrel of the crude porcelain water where he stood
Scraping every living thing into a grill
Eliminating hills, birds are going still
Then landing in a spill
Dig a hole away from sunlight
Scrape the earth before it shakes
Paint the sky beneath the ozone
Ride the waves of toxic waste
Ooooo
Athabasca, Athabasca
Athabasca
Migrating through the tar, caribou dancing with the stars
From First Nations people, a diner falling
In a barrel of the crude porcelain water where he stood
Scraping every living thing into a grill
Eliminating hills, birds are going still
Then landing in a spill
Migrating through the tar, caribou dancing with the stars
From First Nations people, a diner falling
In a barrel of the crude porcelain water where he stood
Scraping every living thing into a grill
Eliminating hills, birds are going still
Then landing in a spill
Then landing in a spill
Spill, spill, spill, spill, spill