Breath Of The Swamp

This is the voice of disquiet

A blue collar massacre

Calling up from the belly of the south

We will be heard

Throw it in gear

You wanna drive us down

Never to losin? it, you?re losin? it

You?re losin? it in the curves

Put it in the red

Outlaws on the run

Straight outta the Southland

Here we come

Put it in the red

Burn the concrete black and run

Straight outta the Southland

It?s the breath of the swamp

This is the voice of a choir

Well versed in songs of wrath

Voiced in long hard days

Voiced in helpless rage no more

Drop the hammer

Still tryin? to break our backs

But you?re losin? it, you're losin? it

You?ve lost your grip on us

Put it in the red

Outlaws on the run

Straight outta the Southland

Here we come

Put it in the red

Burn the concrete black and run

Straight outta the Southland

It?s the breath of the swamp

Put it in the red

Outlaws on the run

Straight outta the Southland

Here we come

Put it in the red

Burn the concrete black and run

Straight outta the Southland

It?s the breath of the swamp

Get back

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