作曲 : Bailey, Bunton, Childers ...
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 
But you’re losin’ it, you’re losin’ it 
You’re losin’ it in the curves 
Put it in the red yeah 
Outlaws on the run 
Straight outta the southland whoa 
Here we come 
Put it in the red yeah 
Burn the concrete black and run 
Straight outta the southland 
It’s the breath of the swamp 
This is the voice of the choir 
Well versed in songs of wrath 
Voiced in long hard days 
Voiced in helpless rage no more 
Drop the hammer 
Still trying to break our backs 
But you’re losin’ it, your losin’ it 
You’ve lost your grip on us 
Put it in the red yeah 
Outlaws on the run 
Straight outta the southland whoa 
Here we come 
Put in the red yeah 
Burn the concrete black and run 
Straight outta the southland 
It’s the breath of the swamp 
Put it in the red yeah 
Outlaws on the run 
Straight outta the southland whoa 
Here we come 
Put it in the red yeah 
Burn the concrete black and run 
Straight outta 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