Slumlord Songtext / Lyric

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