It's Not Fucking Wise

Not Fucking Wise

(Verse 1)
Way down in the swamp where the wild things crawl,
They built a camp for five thousand, behind a razor wire wall.
Four hundred fifty million dollars, they called it a plan,
But hurricanes and heat don’t care about a man.
Mosquitoes by the billion, biting through the night,
West Nile in the air, no end in sight.
A tent in a floodplain, a trailer in the sun,
If the storm don’t get you, the fever’s just begun.

(Chorus 1)
It’s not fucking wise, you can see it in the sky,
Storm clouds rolling, and the water’s rising high.
One road in, one road out,
When the flood comes, there’s no way out.
Not fucking wise, not fucking wise.

(Verse 2)
The Everglades are restless, and the gators never sleep,
Snakes in the grass, and the water’s running deep.
Insurance won’t cover what the lawyers will claim,
When the wind tears the roof off and leaves nothing but blame.
Far from a hospital, food running thin,
When disaster comes calling, who’s letting you in?
A billion mosquitoes, a thousand alligator eyes,
Whoever drew this blueprint, they ain’t too wise.

(Chorus 2)
It’s not fucking wise, no matter what they say,
To lock folks up where the wild things prey.
Pouring money in a swamp, where the wild things rise,
Alligator Alcatraz—
Not fucking wise.

(Bridge)
Heat’s like a hammer, pounding through the day,
No shade, no mercy, just sweat and decay.
The road gets swallowed, the power lines fall,
And the only thing certain is the next desperate call.
Floodwater rising, supplies running dry,
No one’s coming fast enough, no matter how you cry.

(Verse 3)
Disaster’s not a question, it’s just a matter of when,
History’s written in the mud, again and again.
Lawsuits and headlines, outrage and pain,
Counting the bodies, tallying the blame.
A camp in the Everglades, built on a lie,
You can’t buy safety, no matter how you try.

(Chorus 3)
It’s not fucking wise, can’t you see the signs?
Disaster’s coming, time after time.
Alligator Alcatraz, a warning in disguise,
Not fucking wise, not fucking wise.

(Outro)
So if you’re counting the cost, and you value a life,
Don’t build your prisons where the gators bite.
Listen to the people, hear the warning cries—
Alligator Alcatraz:
It’s not fucking wise.
It's just not . 

Death metal