This is the voice of disquiet
A blue collar massacre
Calling up from the belly of the south
We will be heard
Throw it in gear
You wanna drive us down
Never to losin? it, you?re losin? it
You?re 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
It?s the breath of the swamp
This is the voice of a choir
Well versed in songs of wrath
Voiced in long hard days
Voiced in helpless rage no more
Drop the hammer
Still tryin? to break our backs
But you?re losin? it, you're losin? it
You?ve 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
It?s the breath of the swamp
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
It?s the breath of the swamp
Get back
We speak, it curls around your neck
Just like the breath of the swamp
We speak, it curls around your neck
Just like the breath of the swamp
Just like the breath of the swamp
