New Homes For Idle Hands lyrics

Suburbs tremble again, fearing the have-nots at the window, 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. Neighbours are disappearing behind the bars. Kids are doing time for petty crimes. 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 that can`t complain or come 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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