Slumlord Crocodile (115 E. 3rd St​.​)

Wake the sky
Burn up the chaparral
Light in on fire

Break the horizon line
Sca’er the travelers
Birds on the wire

When I survey the city
From my perch upon a hill
There are dark buildings
Shrouded in fog, shrouded in still

I would lay it all to ruin
I would alchemize it all to sand
I would watch the metropolis crumble
To prove that I’m your man

End this jag
Of anger and loneliness
Of failure at peace

Fill the bo’le and soak the rag
Don’t limit collateral
Ignite for release!

I would set it all to flame
I would set it all to flame
And the laborers will crawl out
Of the smoking windows

And they won’t know who to blame
And they won’t know who to blame
And the slumlords will be
Crocodiles before the council

When the coastline’s turned to ashes
And the movie stars have run away
I will build my love a castle
And there we two shall stay

And if anyone should trespass
I’ll have rigged it through with wire
That the slightest false disturbance
Would turn our palisade into a pyre

I would set it all to flame
I would set it all to flame
And the laborers will crawl out
Of the smoking windows

And they won’t know who to blame
And they won’t know who to blame
And the slumlords will be
Crocodiles before the council