Litigation - The Tossers

Here once was a wee shop that an Irishman bought

In America, tried and true

But imports were scarce when they audit your wares

They keep you in court, is it racist or an easy target

Well, it’s you!

Landlord, landlord, I.O.U

Everyone should see this too

Landlord, landlord, thoughtless scum

Me duckin' bullets, lazy bum

Lock me out take most of my things

Smash the rest in the street as tenacy sings

Landlord, I hate you and I hate this place

I hate this fuckin’s city, nothing left for me to grace

All the tenants rush to collect my things

Cigarette walking down the road and I start to sing

Landlord won’t renew my lease

Pissin' everybody off as their rents increase

No grants of funds as promised

And this job’s for the fuckin' birds

How the hell can I get out of here

Well, it sure ain’t flippin' burgers

Grown to accept the system and work within the state, but struggling

Begging for a check instead of my productivity is quite irate

Being scared into believing that we have to make it on our own

Accomplishment measured by how much crap we own

Like trusting that with hard work all the senators made it there

Without the help of midnight basketball and the support of the British Air

I’m Irish, not white American male, it’s not the same

You try biking on through the West Side just to pay your rent in the rain

Looking out the window to see who has the power

Is it the whites or blacks or just the gun tower?

And we still, we still, we still pay all our dues

We still pay all our homage by ignorning their good news

And we still, we still, we pledge allegiance there

When someone’s almost paid the mortgage, till the system drops its snare