New Homes for Idle Hands - Propagandhi

Suburbs tremble again

Fearing the have-nots at the window, 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

Neighbours are disappearing behind the bars

Kids are doing time for petty crimes

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 that can’t complain or come 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

(And we shall have your skulls)

They’ll kick you to the ground

You’ll find yourself employed again.

On the inside