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Landlord

yonder come my landlord collecting his rent
with his greedy yellow eyes and his tongue all bent
with his padlocked pockets and his bad luck nose
sniffin’ ‘round my doorway and goin’ through my clothes

oh how could you treat me so cold
you got a mortgage on my body and a lien on my soul

I got a rundown room on a dead end street
it takes a lot of struggle just to make ends meet
big money movin’ in all over town
and people like me we just get shuffled around

oh how could you treat me so cold
you got a mortgage on my body and a lien on my soul

but hey you landlord I know you well
you spend a lot of time hangin’ in a trump hotel
playin’ games with the money on the fat of the land
I’ll put on a pair of gloves before I shake your hand

oh how could you treat me so cold
you got a mortgage on my body and a lien on my soul

you go watching through windows what you got no right to see
knocking on doors when you got no right to be there
your legs are weak, you been telling lies
and some day somebody’s gonna get wise

oh how could you treat me so cold
you got a mortgage on my body and a lien on my soul

you’re gonna get evicted out on the street
with no food in your belly no shoes on your feet
you’re gonna walk around from door to door
but nobody’s gonna want to see you anymore
you’re gonna wake up at the crack of dawn
you’re gonna look around and find that your land is gone
you want to be cold, as cold as you please
come next winter we’re all gonna freeze

oh how could you treat me so cold
you got a mortgage on my body and a lien on my soul