Ocean of Revenge - Stephen Malkmus

I was a debtor of base human stock

No one would ever have me

No leverage, what could I do

But sail across the ocean for revenge?

I know you thought about me

More often than I thought of you, it is true

Just admit it

I dragged my ass to Mississippi

Where cotton’s king and rivers weepy

And there upon three red clay acres

I tend the crops for Mr. Baker

A southern sun who hates the ones who till the soil

And the blood will boil

I felt so alien in this burnt world

Far away from the fan

I turned rancid, what could I do

But target off my boss man for revenge

So I dragged my axe to Baker’s fine house

I gave a knock on his door

I started swinging, I never looked up

'Til Baker was an ocean of revenge