Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Profiteers, artist - Spirit of the West. Date of issue: 31.07.1988
Song language: English
Profiteers |
| There’s a cold wind blowing through the old east side |
| And it cuts with the devils’s curse |
| They' re turning our people into the streets |
| While the landlords line their purse |
| With the greenback dollar of the tourist trade |
| There’s a fortune to be had |
| Make way for the out-of-towners |
| For the tenants it’s just too bad |
| This appears to be their attitude, kick’em until they’re down |
| They' re only welfare cases and pensioners |
| And they’re easily pushed around |
| We invited the world to come and stay |
| And celebrate the fair |
| I wonder if the world will understand |
| The homeless walking there |
| I’m alright, Jack, and how about you? |
| Gonna catch me a wave that’s rolling through |
| And turn a trick or two |
| I’m alright, Jack, no flies on me |
| I’m within my rights, my conscience clear |
| I am the profiteer |
| The sign says closed for renovations, this is a con we all see through |
| It spreads like a poison through the town, monkey see and monkey do |
| Turn your slum into a mine squeeze them hard for every dime |
| The people will paint you criminals, but you just can' t see the crime |
| They' re all bastards with no morals |
| Overcome by a pitiful greed |
| For years they’ve taken rent from the tenants |
| Now they bite the hand that feeds |
| Easily turned a blind eye to all pain and despair |
| And I hope when the rush is over that their gold mines all stand bare |