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 Hick clouds of foul-smelling air Polluted rivers, thinning hair There’s a chemical spill in Parkersburg The whole highway was overturned I breathe the same air as the church The football game, 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