Stockyard Stoics - The Ballad Of Maga And Squeaky скачать видео бесплатно

From The "Catastrophe" Album

Lyrics

Incarceration! Degradation! Humiliation of a generation!

Our friend Maga from Eugene

She moved down to New Orleans

Fell in love with this kid Squeaky from around the block

Squeaky he knew his town well

Piece of heaven, piece of hell

Knew the sound of a key throwing home a deadbolt lock

Squeaky came home late one night

Found their street an ugly sight

Of police cars and flashing lights and a body lying still

Off-duty N.O.P.D. cop

News at ten! Fatally shot!

There's no chance they won't find the one that caused that blood to spill

There'll be one more on the pile of useless forgotten hides

Two-and-a-half million living breathing souls inside

Two weeks later cops arrived

Found Squeaky in his yard outside

Knocked him down and beat him up and dragged him off to jail

Asked if killing cops was fun

Asked him where he put the gun

Judge handed down an indictment and wouldn't give him any bail

He'll be one more on the pile of useless forgotten hides

Two-and-a-half million living breathing souls inside

No slice of life, just loaded dice, no equal chance for all

Only black and brown and red need stand for this racist cattle call

[Chorus:]

Hey! Hey! Lock 'em up and throw away the key

Good old god-blessed USA ain't no place for living free

Hey! Hey! Don't talk back and don't put up no fight

Unless your bank account is full and your skin is lily white

Incarceration! Degeneration! Humiliation of a generation!

Sixteen months under lock and key in the depths of the storied OPP

Sixteen months of an ugly joke with a burning fire and a fading hope

Sixteen months with her love inside always wondering what she hasn't tried

Sixteen months of court and bills and staying sane with bitter pills

Sixteen months and sixty grand

Sixteen months in the freedom land

Sixteen months of creeping death

Sixteen months with nothing left

Sixteen months in a rotting cell

And sixteen months of living hell

But sometimes things turn out okay

Maga's man came home today

Not guilty! Not guilty! Oh yeah

[Chorus]

Not guilty! Not guilty! Oh yeah!

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