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 $400,000 drug versus one more time, my mother's hug
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