Day: March 12, 2026

(Verse 1)
Come gather ’round the ticker tape and see the latest news
Of tankers in the Gulf of Oman shaking in their shoes
The Strait is getting narrow and the prices getting high
While the black smoke from a burning hull is staining up the sky
And the IEA is warning of a dry and thirsty land
As the oil leaks from the wreckage and it settles in the sand.

(Chorus)
And it’s “Steady as she goes, boys,” but the escorts won’t be seen
The U.S. Navy’s busy hunting drones and the machine
While the diplomats are talking, the sailors pay the price
And the world is held for ransom in a game of loaded dice.

(Verse 2)
From the docks of dusty Dubai to the shores of old Iraq
The container ships are burning with a target on their back
The Houthis in the Red Sea say they’ll shut the southern gate
While Fars News tells the story of a dark and looming fate
And the people in the counting house are watching futures climb
Past a hundred-dollar milestone for the second or third time.

(Verse 3)
The Pentagon is silent on the tankers’ urgent plea
“We cannot guard your cargo on a red and rising sea”
“We’re focused on the missiles and the launchpads in the dunes”
While the sirens in Bahrain are playing military tunes
And the U.N. counts the millions who are fleeing from their home
Displaced within the borders where the hungry spirits roam.

(Verse 4)
So they open up the stockpiles, let the emergency flow
To keep the wheels a-turning and the furnace fires aglow
But an airstrike in the northland brings a rain of rockets down
And the fire of the border war is spreading through the town
Oh, the headlines are a-bleeding with the ink of modern war
And I wonder if we’ve seen this tragic comedy before.

(Chorus)
And it’s “Steady as she goes, boys,” but the escorts won’t be seen
The U.S. Navy’s busy hunting drones and the machine
While the diplomats are talking, the sailors pay the price
And the world is held for ransom in a game of loaded dice.