I’m writing you this letter ’cause among the choices It’s probably better than listening to voices Raging in my head, saying point and shoot Then after you’re dead, your face meets my boot I don’t know your name, it’s better that way ‘Cause I can’t play this game, who knows what I’ll say I feel like I’m burning, I’ve had it up to here Time that you were learning the meaning of fear
I live in these apartments – they’re your private property Among your residents, most of us agree That you’re a piece of shit – how does that make you feel We don’t like you one bit – that’s for real We think you’re a thief, that you don’t care Seems your one belief is whatever the market will bear Whatever you can get away with, what you can make us pay If we ever get justice, you should fear that day Landlord!
But it’s not just you – it’s all your kin The things you do caused the state we’re in You bribed the politicians so they’d let you off-lead Now the legal situation’s just the one you need For you to make millions, for profits to be high Even billions won’t be with you when you die I hope you find the death you seek, meet the devil that you serve If you live another week that’s more life than you deserve Landlord!
In the class war you are waging there’s no question who is winning But if there’s any justice, this is only the beginning The next act in this play will be written by the tenants And until your dying day, you’ll be paying penance Your assets will be seized, that’s a fucking given You profiteers of misery will start spending time in prison Then you can get a job – figure out what you do best You can keep the house you live in – but we’re taking all the rest Landlord!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
