Lyric discussion by scooper 

the stanlow oil refinery sits on the mersey river in north cheshire, one of the u.k.'s most polluted areas. "what grief won't sell" is my best guess at the chorus, but the stanzas are clear enough: we know what we're doing to the natural world, but we are too absorbed in the comfort and ease of our lives to alter our behavior.

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