This is the voice of disquiet A blue collar ma**acre 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