I don´t want to rent your house from you I don´t know how you can expect meto I ain´t moving ´cause I know my rights Too many homeless on the streets at night
You own a street and a block of flats You earn your living like the other rats You´ve no morality, what do you care You deal in poverty, you buy despair
I ain´t moving ´till the bailiff comes I´ve got no weapons gonna get me some I ain´t moving ´till the bailiff comes I´ve got no weapons gonna get me some
You go and call yourself a businessman You´re just a parasite on Pylosan You´re just a middle class middle aged shit you sold your granny for a three-penny bit
You own a street and a block of flats You earn your living like the other rats
I ain´t moving ´till the bailiff comes I´ve got no weapons gonna get me some I ain´t moving ´till the bailiff comes I´ve got no weapons gonna get me some
(por Marcus Navarrete)
Compositor: Stewart CopelandPublicado em 1995ECAD verificado fonograma #12415046 em 08/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM