Slumlord — текст песни (D.R.I.)

OLD, BATTERED BUILDING, READY TO CONDEMN
HIGH-VALUED PROPERTY, EXPENSIVE PIECE OF LAND
HALF-FILLED WITH TENANTS, ALL POOR ON WELFARE
NO HEAT OR ELECTRICITY, AND SLUMLORD DOESN`T CARE
SLUMLORD DOESN`T CARE, SLUMLORD DOESN`T CARE
MILLIONS IN INSURANCE COVERS THE WRECKED LOT
AND A WEEK TILL IT`S CONDEMNED IS ALL SLUMLORD`S GOT
HE ENTERS THE BASEMENT WITH THREE GALLONS OF GAS
AND FOUR HOURS LATER, THERE`S NOTHING LEFT BUT ASH
SLUMLORD DOESN`T CARE, SLUMLORD DOESN`T CARE
THE NEWPAPER`S ALL READ, "FORTY DIE IN THE BLAZE"
SLUMLORD NOW THINKS THAT CRIME REALLY PAYS
AND TWO YEARS LATER, A SKYSCRAPER APPEARS
WITH A PLAQUE IN THE MEMORY OF THE FORTY THAT DIED HERE
SLUMLORD DOESN`T CARE, SLUMLORD DOESN`T CARE