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.