I was a debtor of base human stock
No one would ever have me
No leverage, what could I do
But sail across the ocean for revenge?

I know you thought about me
More often than I thought of you, it is true
Just admit it

I dragged my ass to Mississippi
Where cotton's king and rivers weepy
And there upon three red clay acres
I tend the crops for Mr. Baker
A southern sun who hates the ones who till the soil
And the blood will boil

I felt so alien in this burnt world
Far away from the fan
I turned rancid, what could I do
But target off my boss man for revenge

So I dragged my axe to Baker’s fine house
I gave a knock on his door
I started swinging, I never looked up
'Til Baker was an ocean of revenge

I know you thought about me
More often than I thought of you, it is true
Just admit it

By dusk tonight, I will be choken
My eyes will bulge, my neck clean broken
So keep yourself in debt in Scotland
There's nothing here, it’s already rotten
A boy cannot catch a break
It's only luck and take, take, take