Redneck

Yes, woe to you, the prophet says
Who turn from peace to redneck ways

Who sneak around at 4 a.m.
To hurl your rocks at sleeping men

& women too, who do no harm
But sleep beside a river calm

You steal the bikes of sleeping souls
While feeling bold on alcohol

& smash the guitars of the young
Upon which songs of peace are sung

You curse the ones from overseas
With words of hate & bigotry

You disgrace your town with violence
Your hostile ways are spiralling

Yes, woe to you, the prophet says
Who turn from peace to redneck ways