| Yonder come my landlord collecting his rent
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| With his greedy yellow eyes and his tongue all bent
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| With his padlocked pockets and his badluck nose
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| Comes sniffin' round my doorway and goin' through my clothes
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| Oh how could you treat me so cold
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| Got a mortgage on my body and a lien on my soul
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| I got a crackpot house with a two way roof
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| My neighbours are thieves but I got no proof
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| You like to take but you don’t want to give
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| I’ve got to pay you rent just to have a place to live
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| Ah but hey you landlord I know you well
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| You run a rock’n roll' tavern and a fancy hotel
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| You misuse a lot of people that you got at your command
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| I’ll put on a pair of gloves 'fore I shake your hand
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| You’re gonna wake up in the helpless dawn
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| And look around and find that your land is all gone
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| You wanna be cold just as cold as you please
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| Will come next winter, you’re gonna freeze |