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Suburbs tremble again

Fearing the have-nots at the windows, collecting their fair share

Guns and alarms aren’t enough

They demand justice

And every criminal locked away

As well as any kid who might do something wrong

There’s a jail out of town

With fences so high we won’t think about who’s inside

Neighbors are disappearing

Behind the bars, kids are doing time for petty crimes

And it don’t matter who they are

It don’t matter that they’re alive

A warehouse for victims of circumstance

Cops are rounding up slaves

Workers who don’t complain or come in late

A workforce behind bars

They’ll make gadgets, circuit boards or fix cars

It don’t matter who they are

It don’t matter that they’re alive

Crime pays, ask the bankers floating bonds

To build cages for the inner city’s idle hands instead of schools

Factories with fences meet the prisons without walls

We shall have your skulls

They’ll kick you to the ground

You’ll find yourself employed again on the inside

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