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 you’re 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 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 you’re losin’ it, 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

We speak it curls around your neck
Just like the breath of the swamp