Off of highway five I won't tell you the exit Is a filthy rest stop Men are having sex at They leave condoms on the ground For innocent dogs to eat They leave syringes in the grass For stepping on with bare feet Kids from my home town Busted for petty stealing Find themselves sentenced To rest stop cleaning I don't want to be the kettle That called the pot black But this rehabilitation scheme Is the wrong attack Kids need role models Like the four freshmen or mercyful fate. Punish them with rest stop cleaning And beware the monsters you create Kids from my home town Punished by their very birth Let them work fast food jobs Let them prove their worth.