This is the voice of disquiet
A blue collar massacre
Calling up from the bell of the south
We will be heard throw it in
gear
You wanna drive us down
But youre losin it, youre losin it
Youre losin it in the curves
Put it in the red
Outlaws
on the run
Straight outta the southland
Here we come
Put it in the red
Burn the concrete black and run
Straight outta the
southland
Its the breath of the swamp
This is the voice of the choir
Well versed in songs of wrath
Voiced in long hard
days
Voiced in helpless rage no more
Drop the hammer
Still trying to break our backs
But youre losin it, losin it
Youve
lost your grip on us
Put it in the red
Outlaws on the run
Straight outta the southland
Here we come
Put it in the
red
Burn the concrete black and run
Straight outta the southland
Its the breath of the swamp
We speak it curls around your
neck
Just like the breath of the swamp
