Blank // Worker

Ohio river, stomachache

Pray DuPont, our water is safe

If we don't die out here on the grass

We might one day be middle-class

As distant now as frat parties

A labor strike, a Ferrari

The big house way up on the hill

The workers that its owner killed

My grave, my birth, being on the news

Burning money and feeling loose

Thick clouds of foul-smelling air

Polluted rivers, thinning hair

There's a chemical spill in Parkersburg

The whole highway was overturned

I breathe thе same air as the church

The football gamе and worms in dirt

From Belpre down to Ravenswood

The trees sapped up with nothing good

Before the sweat dries on our skin

The faucet always burned our hands

A four-hundred-thousand-dollar drug

Versus one more time my mother's hug

When a private firm of equity

Dealt cancer into my family

I saw there was a shadow bank

The landlord pleased, the economy tanked

May the lower class remember this

And every rich man get what's his