
(Verse 1) I’m sittin’ on the porch with a whiskey glow, World’s gone mad, but I’m takin’ it slow. They scream and they shout, throwin’ shade in the air, I just tip my hat, honey, I don’t care. Politicians lyin’, spinnin’ tales so tall, Buildin’ their castles while the good ones fall. I’m strummin’ my guitar, let the chaos flare, I don’t give a damn till the cuffs are there. (Chorus) I don’t care, no, I don’t care, Till they’re hauled off in the midnight air. When the sirens wail and the gavel slams, And they’re shipped to Alligator Alcatraz, man. I’ll raise my glass, let the truth unfold, Till they’re locked up tight where the swamp runs cold. I don’t care, no, I don’t care, Till Alligator Alcatraz, I ain’t scared. (Verse 2) They’re tweetin’ their venom, stirrin’ up the fight, Dividin’ us all in the dead of night. I’m kickin’ my boots up, let ‘em play their game, Ain’t my circus, ain’t my shame. But when the law rolls in with a righteous sting, And the guilty dance on a gator’s wing, I’ll light a cigar, watch the embers glow, And toast to justice where the cypress grows. (Chorus) I don’t care, no, I don’t care, Till they’re hauled off in the midnight air. When the sirens wail and the gavel slams, And they’re shipped to Alligator Alcatraz, man. I’ll raise my glass, let the truth unfold, Till they’re locked up tight where the swamp runs cold. I don’t care, no, I don’t care, Till Alligator Alcatraz, I ain’t scared. (Bridge) Let ‘em run their mouths, let ‘em dig their graves, Freedom’s got a price, and it’s time they pay. When the black vans roll through the bayou’s burn, I’ll be laughin’ last when the gators churn. (Chorus) I don’t care, no, I don’t care, Till they’re hauled off in the midnight air. When the sirens wail and the gavel slams, And they’re shipped to Alligator Alcatraz, man. I’ll raise my glass, let the truth unfold, Till they’re locked up tight where the swamp runs cold. I don’t care, no, I don’t care, Till Alligator Alcatraz, I ain’t scared. (Outro) So keep on sinnin’, keep on spinnin’ lies, I’ll be waitin’ for your long goodbye. When the cell door slams and the gators roar, Alligator Alcatraz, I’ll settle the score. I don’t care… till you’re there.

