New Homes For Idle Hands

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