Propaghandi - New Homes For Idle Hands Lyrics
Suburbs tremble again, fearing the have-nots at the window, collecting their fair share. guns and alarms arent enough. they demand justice, and every criminal locked away, as well as any kid whHt do something wrong. theres a jail out of town with fences so high we wont think about whos inside. neighbours are disappearing behind the bars. kids are doing time for petty crimes. it donTter who they are. it dont matter that theyre alive. a warehouse for victims of circumstance. cops are rounding up slaves; workers that cant complain or come late. a workforce behind bars. thMake gadgets, circuit boards or fix cars. it dont matter who they are. it dont matter that theyre alive. crime pays, ask the bankers floating bonds to build cages for the inner-citysHands instead of schools. factories with fences meet the prisons without walls. we shall have your skulls. theyll kick you to the ground. youll find yourself employed again. on the inside.