CHRIST ON PARADE LYRICS
End of the month - rent is due
Tell the landlord fuck you
I've got a right to live some place
You can't own every space
What right do they have to say they own the land?
To force you on the street if you don't obey their demands?
Got to keep my boring job - need the cash to pay the rent
Demanding money all the time - I'm a victim of a real crime
Investors come by my place, greed all over their face
Can't have low-life living - bad element depreciates the building
These "lords" didn't create the land - nothing but shit with a deed in hand
Sucking money from the poor - always coming back for more
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CHRIST ON PARADE