I was a debtor of base human stock No one would ever have me No leverage, what could I do? But sail across the ocean for revenge
I know you thought about me More often than I thought of you, it is true, just admit I dragged my ass to Mississippi Where cottons king, and rivers weepy And there upon 3 red clay acres, I tended crops for Mr. Baker A southern son who hates the ones that till his soil and the blood will boil
I felt so alien in this burnt world, far away from the fen I turned rancid, what could I do? But target off my bossman for revenge So I dragged my axe to bakers fine house I gave a knock on his door I started swinging, I never looked up Till Baker was an ocean of revenge
I know you thought about me More often than I thought of you, it's true, just admit it By dusk tonight I will be choking My eyes will bulge my neck clean broken So keep yourself in dead end Scotland There's nothing here its already rotten I boy cannot catch a break It's only luck and take take take