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SLUMLORD

Slumlord, there’s mud tracked on the floor.
In the hall, there’re bloodstains on the wall.
And you’re gonna make it right, you’re gonna paint it white,
cover it up, you’re gonna raise the rent.

Slumlord, think what you could afford,
if you switch to charging by square inch.
You’re gonna break my will, you’re gonna have your fill,
you’re gonna put a notice on my door.

Look at this, a hole shaped like a fist.

My adored, don’t fall on your sword.
We can’t win, but we can move you in.
You’ll be one more, together we’ll be poor.
And free of sin, the landlord wins again.

Slumlord, it’s crowded in the ward.
Like a tomb, there’s three to every room.
You’re gonna keep us dry, long as we qualify,
long as we give you everything we got.
We got gnats, cockroaches, fleas and rats.

My adored, don’t cut the final cord.
We’ll leave town, where the cost of living’s down.
I hear good things, about Saratoga Springs.
I tried to flee, but there’s no work for me.

My adored, don’t fall on your sword.
We can’t win, but we can move you in.
You’ll be one more, together we’ll be poor.
And free of sin, the landlord wins again.