Lyrics
Jello Biafra and the Guantanamo School of Medicine - Three Strikes
When they came for the Jews
I didn't protest, I wasn't a Jew...
When they came for the crack dealers
I applauded that too
Tired of tripping over homeless beggars
At the latte stand
Drug War sweeps
Made the neighborhood feel clean
Then they found some pot seeds
In my rented car
Seized everything I owned
Without trial
Oh-Oh
Oh-Oh Oh Oh-Oh
Oh-Oh
Oh-Oh Oh Oh
In the hot hot sun
Of an abandoned army base
Rot the throngs of excess humans
Uncle Sam's "detained"
Immigrants and patriotically incorrect
Or buying a ticket at the airport in cash while black
This is ethnic cleansing
American Style
More people in Jail
Than any country's ever tried
Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Welcome to the Gulag of the Red, White and Blue
Gotta keep up with the ***** Slaves
So hard labor or you
Push ups on command
Long marches, shaved heads
Guards cost money
So we use an electric fence
When it's 100 outside
Chain gangs mow the lawn
Freeze your ass and shovel snow
When it's 15 below
Three strikes
Three strikes
Three strikes
You're Out
Life in prison for stealing a can of beer
Or sitting in a stolen truck
Or swipe your cousin's TV
Life for shoplifting one jar of vitamins
Supreme Court said that ain't cruel and unusual punishment
The more our prisons are privately owned
Prison-industrial complex grows
They need more bodies
To cram in more cells
So they finance campaigns
For more 3 strikes laws
Three Strikes
Three Strikes
You're Out
Let me out!
When they came for the Jews
I didn't protest, I wasn't a Jew...
When they came for the crack dealers
I applauded that too
Tired of tripping over homeless beggars
At the latte stand
Drug War sweeps
Made the neighborhood feel clean
Then they found some pot seeds
In my rented car
Seized everything I owned
Without trial
Oh-Oh
Oh-Oh Oh Oh-Oh
Oh-Oh
Oh-Oh Oh Oh
In the hot hot sun
Of an abandoned army base
Rot the throngs of excess humans
Uncle Sam's "detained"
Immigrants and patriotically incorrect
Or buying a ticket at the airport in cash while black
This is ethnic cleansing
American Style
More people in Jail
Than any country's ever tried
Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Welcome to the Gulag of the Red, White and Blue
Gotta keep up with the ***** Slaves
So hard labor or you
Push ups on command
Long marches, shaved heads
Guards cost money
So we use an electric fence
When it's 100 outside
Chain gangs mow the lawn
Freeze your ass and shovel snow
When it's 15 below
Three strikes
Three strikes
Three strikes
You're Out
Life in prison for stealing a can of beer
Or sitting in a stolen truck
Or swipe your cousin's TV
Life for shoplifting one jar of vitamins
Supreme Court said that ain't cruel and unusual punishment
The more our prisons are privately owned
Prison-industrial complex grows
They need more bodies
To cram in more cells
So they finance campaigns
For more 3 strikes laws
Three Strikes
Three Strikes
You're Out
Let me out!