New homes for idle hands
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 wh
Ht 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
Tter 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. th
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 "