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...