Texty: Bomb The Music Industry!. Slumlord.

Mold and mice
and stolen bikes
and a van everybody wants to break into.

Dirty halls and holey walls.
And a door I'm afraid I can't buzz you in through.

But I'll be away tomorrow.
I swear I'm gonna find a place.
I'm gonna do this right and find a better place.

The super stares 'cause we're on the roof and drinking beers.
I don't care, take a photograph if you want to.

I ain't giving you shit, I ain't paying my rent
Til I got hot water and my toilet's fixed.
I don't care. Try to kick me out if you want to.

'Cause I'll be away tomorrow.
I swear I'm gonna find a place.
I'm gonna do this right and find a place
and I will tell my slumlord to get out of my face.
I get the world, you get nothing.
I'm done giving a shit. I'm not paying my rent.

He ain't getting a thing from you and me,
we deserve to be happy.
Fuck this lease.
We're living in a dead city.

I get the world.
You get nothing.
You ain't getting a thing from me.