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