DANGEROUS ROADS



There was a time
When they labeled us
One Percenters
Now that we are fifteen
To twenty five percent
They don't know
What to call us
So they label us as a threat
And declare it open season
Out there on the road
As Brothers and Sisters go down
Every damned day
As them Judges and Juries
Let cagers get away
With lethal mistakes  
That they make evey day
Out there on them dangerous roads