Lyrics

(Written and produced by Steven Clark)
Steven Clark - Music
Mike Suttles - Voice

"Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States, or any place subject to their jurisdiction."

Madness by the pound. Necessary evil.

Tattooed orange penicillin jumpsuit headbangers slaving robotically on the vicious roadside chain-gang.

White trash fresh from lock-up clearing away trash. “Working for the government” as the folk back home call it.

Round-faced black and brown boys carving out undergrowth in the throbbing merciless sun, a breezeless muggy Kentucky hell-swamp. They are Mosquito feed with state issued trash-pickers and large plastic bags tethered to their waists. They should be in school on a day like this but this is their education now.

“The powers that be are caging up the houseless for being homeless, more hands on deck. Luck of the draw at birth. Born to lose.”

Gotta look nice now, we got fancy guests coming for Derby. Decent folk. Rich and famous. Big hats, big parties, money to burn, good for the city.

Once a year deep clean. Landscaping, housekeeping, preparation, decontamination, purification. D.O.C. working for K.D.F. Cleanest ditches in seven states.

I’ve seen a lot of shit while out here working the crew on Interstate 71, will probably never get the putrid smell of roadkill out of my skin or mind.

Better take-out whitey before he gets you. And he will, I guarantee it.

Seen it done. Run don’t run. You got about the same chances as backwash in a bottle of Listerine…

Hungover shotgun guards riding high in the saddle on the tailgate. Piecing blind stares from behind blacked-out Oakleys.

“He was running for it, y’all saw’em, I had no choice but to drive a state issued slug deep into his spine! He was a cold blooded killer!”. Look at his tattoos!

The only thing that keeps them from executing every single poor man out here on the fringes of the city is the paperwork.