Profiteers — текст песни (Spirit Of The West)

there`s a cold wind blowin` through the old east side
it cuts with the devil`s curse
they`re turning our people into the streets, while
the landloards line their purse
with the greenback dollar of the tourist trade
there`s a fortune to be had
make way for the out-of-towners, for
the tenants it`s just too bad
this appears to be their attitude.
kick `em until they`re down
they`re only welfare cases and
pensioners and they`re easily pushed around
we`ve invited the world to come and stay
and celebrate the fair
i wonder if the world will understand
the homeless walkin` there.
i`m alright jack, and how `bout you?
i`m gonna catch this wave that`s rollin` through
and turn a trick or two
i`m alright jack, no flies on me!
i`m within my rights, my conscien
ce is clear
i am the profiteer
the sign says closed for renovation
this is a con we all see through
it spreads like a poison through the town,
monkey see and monkey do
turn your slum into a mine, squeeze `em
hard for every dime
the people will paint your criminals, but
you can`t see the crime
- chorus -
they`re all bastards with no morals,
overcome by a pitiful greed
for years they`ve taken rent from
the tenants, now they bite the hand that feeds
they`ve easily turned a blind eye to
all pain and despair
and i pray when they rush is over that
their gold mines all stand bare
i`m alright jack and how about you?
gonna catch me a wave that`s
rollin` throught and turn a trick or two
i`m alright jack, no flies on me!!
i`m within my rights, my conscience clear
i am the profiteer.

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