| Oh Lord won’t you tell me I’m sure I don’t know
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| Who makes the plans that change our lives so
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| From a place in the country so peaceful and calm
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| We moved up to London as the bombs fell around
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| To a house by the river where the rent it was cheap
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| The Landlord he told us 'Its yours to keep'
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| For regular payment week after week
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| You’ll always have a roof under which you can sleep
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| The years past by, the war came to an end
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| We lived out our lives did nothing to offend
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| But the Landlord’s conditions yearly they grew
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| With the size of his gut and his housing values
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| He’d kneel on a Sunday and pray to the Lord
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| For the deals of love his world cannot afford
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| When the Bastard he came round to put up our rent
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| We swallowed our pride and we smiled our best
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| Bricks and mortar, Kingdom of Stone
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| Where do you go when you’re all alone
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| They’ll carve your name where you lie
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| And I for one no tears will cry
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| Greed knows no boundaries, greed doesn’t feel
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| I’m damned if I’ll die for a profiting deal
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| The woman next door she just passed away
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| 'Cause the rent got so high that she just couldn’t pay.,
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| And there in the bed she closed up her eyes
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| The last time she gazed on this world of lies
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| With nowhere to go and nothing to say
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| She went to the next world and the Bastard he smiled
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| Bricks and mortar, Kingdom of Stone
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| Where do you go when you’re all alone
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| They’ll carve your name where you lie
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| And I for one no tears will cry
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| Oh Lord won’t you tell me I’m sure I don’t know
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| What makes some people so callous and cold
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| I’ve lived in this house for forty-four years
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| My children were born here, its here I’ll grow old
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| A curse on you, Bastard Landlord be damned
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| Who needs one more house like a beach needs more sand
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| I’ll stay here till I’m done only nobody knows
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| How God can let one man treat others so |