This is the voice of this quiet
A blue collar massacre
Coming up from the belly of the south
We will be heard

Throw it in gear
You wanna drive us down
But you're losing it, you're losing it, you're losing it in the curves

But in the wreck
Outlaws on the run
Straight out of the southland
Oh here we come

But in the wreck
Burn the concrete, blackened, run
Straight out of the southland
It's the breath of the swamp

This is the voice of a choir
Reverse the songs of wrath
A voice in long hard days
A voice in helpless rage no more
Drop the hammer
They're trying to break our backs
But you're losing it, losing it, you lost your grip on us

But in the wreck
Outlaws on the run
Straight out of the southland
Oh here we come

But in the wreck
Burn the concrete, blackened, run
Straight out of the southland
It's the breath of the swamp

But in the wreck
Outlaws on the run
Straight out of the southland
Oh here we come

But in the wreck
Burn the concrete, blackened, run
Straight out of the southland
It's the breath of the swamp

GIT BIT
We speak it curls around your neck
Just like the breath of the swamp
We speak it curls around your neck
Just like the breath of the swamp

Just like the breath of the swamp